What would life be for me

If I were born to another family

How different could it really be?

To be amongst the sea of poverty

Rather then the throne of affluency

How different would I see?

If I was deprived of my democracy

By the grips of unseen monarchy

Would this world change me?

Fighting for liberty and the right to be free

In the flaming streets of this controlled city

Laying dead in the cold dark streets

A homeless child with knowhere to sleep

For fear that death may find me

Where would I be?


We cannot choose where or what situation we are born into

Yet we can change the path we follow


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