Orphan Child

She lies down gently on the bed,
Hugging her knees and resting her head.
Her mother's gone; they told her she's dead,
And when she was young, her father had left.
What is this place she is told to call home,
Where she feels cold and forever alone?
When she does wrong, like smile at what she had,
Times she spent happy with mum and dad,
She is made to suffer by her carer, with a slap on the face;
Shouted down on, till she feels a disgrace.

Her surroundings confuse her, this language of hate,
But she keeps faith in God, and trusts her fate.
She feels she deserves it; it is part of her creed,
God is punishing her, because she has done a bad deed.
But sometimes she wonders what sin she has done,
To be kept isolated, hidden from everyone.
Is she so ugly? An abomination?
Or just hated; because she's an orphan?
She never has wanted to depend on another,
But what can she do? She no longer has a mother.

Helpless and lonely in this bleak, cold world,
Dried tears on her cheeks can't tell her story untold.
So many thoughts run through an orphan child's mind,
All they require is to not be confined;
Some love from mankind.

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