A little fascinated by the globe,
Plaything, she lost and groped.
Rummaged through her many toys
Vexed with them, cavalier chides
A little doll under the bed,
Missing hair, eyes and leg.
Looked to her quite dead.
Satiated by the poor thing.
Traded it with her gullible kin.
Sometimes this child lives inside of me.
Loosing God’s precious gifts.
Oblivious of the other beings .
Trivial dreams and perpetual greed.
Pursues things she has never seen.
Thought of putting the child to sleep.
Stealing my life, cutting deep.
Stands outside watching burning streaks.
Cries aloud when