Photo’s of a small boy who sat
Crouched, left without a sturdy stool.
He’s rain-soaked and sick and food starved,
His body’s wasted, flesh-clung bones;
Soon thereafter dies, I believe,
Prays now for me, a man, mood drooped
Low, having dropped the Sturdy Stool.
Once full of pleasures, now pressures
Deprive life: food full but soul starved,
Left alone and wasting away.
Gary Edward Geraci