The Fate of the Poorest

The clouds up there are moving,
restlessly!
Taking a direction known only to them,
and the Creator!
What a challenge, Oh my people,
to be able to foretell the future!

We watch him grow, and become a boy.
He walks, he cries, he laughs, he sleeps.
Never loosing his smile.
While all the time he bears in his body,
a reason big enough to make him perpetually
out of mood!

The fate of the poor children,
born with handicap.
And those others,
innocently bearing the scurge of
HIV-AIDS!
When you look at them grow
like other children,
with dreams of a bright future.
Now you need faith to confirm their
dreams!

Well, sadly true,
sorrow and joy co-exists!
And I don't know how,
just as I don't know how,
the clouds up there move!

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