There's smoke in the air
I walk stupefied
For I just witnessed a horrendous sight
A thin weakling child clinging to an equally young mother
I wonder at God's justice
To the well fed he does not give children and to this beggarly girl ( I couldn't muster strength enough to call her a woman) a child at such a young age.
Why O God! this disparity
To one who cannot feed a child at such a young age and to those who can give all the joys of this world,