Madness

A few years ago I met a real big sinner,
She said she refused to have her dinner,
I couldn't believe she threw it away,
"It's been sitting in a dustbin" I heard her say,
"What did you do that for?" I cried,
"Well, I & my mum argued" she sighed,
It wasn't a big deal as I later realized,
Mother cared for her but oblivious was the child.

Lots & lots of children sat there that night,
Wondering what it was they'd failed to do right,
And why, once again, they had run out of luck,
For this time again, the dustbin wasn't their stomach,
And why on earth did people have such empty hearts,
Why they only got to look longingly at their full carts.

So many unanswered questions they had,
But their luck here again was unbelievably bad,
For unlike this girl they didn't know what a mother was,
She threw the love away but they knew the real loss,
And they wondered who'd answer all their questions,
And I wondered how to teach this little girl some lessons.

Once again though I did not know what to say,
How do you explain those withering children's state?
How to you describe their unfortunate black fate?
And what was I even supposed to say?
For I knew by heart even on that day,
No one really cared for the underprivileged,
The ghosts of those fading children paid her a visit & she pledged
To never ever take these simple things for granted,
For she had a life that those little children wanted,
And since then this little sinner
Never once failed to finish her dinner.