Born on the streets
A chubby healthy Kid
"Why couldnt she find another place to litter"
Mom took me from there
To protect me from them
Cruel world, Crazy Machines
All unhappy at my birth
Mom never got much bread
But fed me and Brother.
People wouldnt spare her
Even when she fed
Sticks ,stones and abuses
Hurled at her
She went on feeding us.
Humans they were
Superior beings said mom
But to me
Seemed so inferior
Mind, they had to think
Which they said I lacked
But yet they decided to hit me
Protests they called
Against violence against them
But none fought for me
A mute roadside animal
Not a precious human
Thats my identity
How mean this world can be
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