Once upon a time,
In a land filled with crime.
There sits a child covered in grime.
No home, no food, no clothes, not even a dime.
He tries to have people notice,
But ends up losing focus.
Until a man comes up and hands him a lotus.
“This will help you make it out.” he said.
And right when he finished, he fled.
Looking at the lotus, he felt as if he were on a seabed.
Ready to be sent away and spread.
Slowly the child’s eyes were closing,
Because he was already dozing.
The lotus ultimately was disposing,
The child’s soul and mind, so he won’t be feeling the pain of the exposing.