Abandoned Child

Abandoned Child

Some women shop for hand bags in Harrods,
I’ve never seen them but I’m sure they do.
Some men smoke cigars in night clubs,
only order the finest brew.

While out there on a bare mountain
lies an abandoned child.
The wind carries its cries,
its pain never dies.

What is it that is real?
What does the mask conceal?

Some men run up escalators,
they have not time to pause.
Some women want more than diamonds,
sapphires with no flaws.

No matter how much they impose a structure,
this world is wild.
Out there on a bare mountain
lies an abandoned child.

It was left on a ledge too high for the hyena,
even the eagle and the hawk.
At times we sense such things
then we carry on with our walk.

Is that what lies at the core,
when the mist lifts, cloud shifts,
out there in the wild,
high on the ledge of a bare mountain,
an abandoned child?
Abandoned child.

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