Born weeks premature not to everyone's delight crippled from malnutrtion, another unwanted child she cradled him in her arms while she brushed away the flies praying that her newborn can survive through the night it's a shame to give birth in a world that is dirt what kind of life can she give when she has nothing to offer she held him to her breast, a future they can't even hope for a reality she can't escape, numbed to the cold and despair victim of greed, the poor never get their share it's a shame to give birth in a world thats dirt the stifling heat of the night, mother and child on the ground the pain and the sadness, children scavenge for what van be found they try to hide the poverty but poverty can't be hidden covering up a lie with another lie it's the way of the system their solution to hunger is a dime from here and there but still they support the arms and i don't believe they care and the millions go on starving to preserve the american dream as they pile up more statistics to prove that's how it's always been when morning came,her baby died, she could do nothing but weap something broke inside of her, something frail and weak she accepts d**h a a part of life that is lonely and final accepts a life of poverty, then she closed her eyes to sleep weighing the burdens, maybe it's better off to die not having enough to ear, starving the young is such a crime