Tip of the tower the child stood

what awful cruelty has been used

The child screams at the wall crying

Mama

Papa

...no theyre not there

Constantly told they are worry less 

The darkness is now his home

Where his future?

Theres no future

At point he will just break

like a violent breeze on a growing tree

He is screaming

He is reaching

yet they step on his hand

All he can do is smile

Isn't it nice?

To be a child?.....