To be human
To know the world
For what is, truths
Good and bad
Beauty and ugliness
It is every man's view
To a child
It should be a world
Of imagination, aspirations
And wonder of it all
Not the realization
That they are not loved
Cast away to others
Whether mandated
Or voluntary, no difference
Selfish ways make for loss
Forgetting them so
To hear their words real
It cleaves deep within
That a child could suffer so
Without just cause
But to be only alive
Disillusioned by life
By those most dear
Even in their follies
What merit shall be given
What legacy to remain
That they who would teach them
Have taught them only pain
A hard hand and harsh words
Constant reminders - unwanted