A skinny little boy
walked through the street,
tears in his eyes.
His clothes were old and torn,
He walked ignoring staring eyes.
One fellow gave him a loaf,
someone else asked his name.
Another one offered a ride home.
The boy didn’t speak.
Eating the loaf he walked forward,
as fast as his tiny tired legs could take him.
All those who saw it pitied him,
wondered at his past,
only for a minute and he was forgotten the next.
Nobody followed him,
nobody stopped him,
Nobody remembered him.
Until they saw the headlines the next day:
The missing deaf kid’s body
found near the lake.