He led a life with no one to tell,
How his mother treated him in a way like hell,
He got burnt with her pleasure,
Eating food would be his treasure,
He was told he was not worthy to be called his own name,
So he was called 'it' as that was his cruel mother's game,
His only source of living was steeling,
His mother would try to kill him while he was kneeling,
She treated him like he was just a toy,
And she told him he was a bad boy,
He had a life like no other child,
Then he soon understood his mother was sick and wild,
Everyone in his class hated him for steeling their lunch,
So 'David the food thief ' was his name from the bunch,
Everyday was the everlasting hours of beating,
And his punishment would be no eating,
He needed someone that would actually care,
Someone that wouldn't tie him to a chair,
‘Will I still be alive tomorrow’ he once had said,
And prayed all night that he will be fed.
