The baby

In his eyes are tears of pain.
In their eyes are hatred and shame.
To a baby not knowing his name.
Not knowing a simple childhood game.
Shame upon him by his parents.
Hit and hated by his parents.
Not knowing the world around.
Not used to a simple playground.
Only two and expected so much.
All he wants is a simple loving touch.
A baby raised to not know.
A baby ready to get up and go.
Can not play that childhood role.
Inside a baby a tortured young soul.