Chapter seven.

BORN DIFFERENT.

Every creature with a date

A specific time to come

A real place and venue

To venture all with might

But we are the left

Isolation the order of the day

Striving not day or night

For the community is all the same

Not monday or the sabbath

We cry out our hearts in vain

Yet still mocked and left

For our mouths are ever shut

With not even one to speak.

Every creature with a date

For even beasts' days are marked

Celebrated always when they come

But what crime did we do

For this was never to our asking

For we were born this way

And if at all given a chance

Who would choose a life this

For we would atleast stay

But it still comes to our parents

Showing our difference for a dislike

Abandoning or killing us at birth

Yet this is not to our own will.

Every creature with a date

Yet why to be discriminated

Why can't parents appreciate us

And welcome us with gratitude

For we are also birthed children

That yearn for love not hatred

The difference was never to our asking

Calling us names of dishonour

For normal never describes us

But deserve a child title

Communities disown us

Forgetting we were birthed to them

Although our looks are different

We still remain pure children.

Every creature holds a date

Yet we are more to the wind

For not even the government

Stands by our side

For all roads are normal marked

The parliamentary members as well

The buldings also favour us not

Schools being toturing grounds

For not even the stations

Stand to our favour

When will the date come

One to voice our thoughts

To let our rites prevail

For we also hold a birth date.