I saw a little man;
His jaw line black and blue;
He pushed a rusted buggy
As though it were something he must do.
I took a second glance
And saw this man – he was a child.
I saw the death of innocence
And knew his soul had been defiled.
My heart filled so with sorrow;
And a sense of loss I can’t explain;
And I found myself just staring
As the boy traveled through the rain.
So many lined those roads
All just starving for a hit
But boy blue stood out amongst them
Somehow alien to it.
Nine or ten, no older
Seemed this scrawny little lad
Surely of no age nor wisdom
To suffer so for doing bad.
I could see the pock marks on his arms
Like the others on that street.
He wore trousers two sizes large
And wore no shoes upon his feet.
His flesh had a pale greyish look
And his dark eyes were sunken deep,
And I had to sadly wonder
What demons chased him in his sleep.
I longed to know his tale then
To understand how he was there.
I wondered what his life might be
If this world had been more fair.