The Cheated Child

“I was born into this world with a chance to be happy, healthy and honest.
I opened my eyes into a world that needed me.
But—my mind is slow, my eyes weak, my nerves raw, my body twisted.

I meet life with doubts and fears (too weak to make a winning fight),
I—I who was born to work and laugh and play.
I am sixty-five per cent of the children of my country.
Dear God, I am the future of my race,
I am the cheated child.”
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