for nine months in a fluid onclosure. Speaks not and walks not ,
Whether alive or dead was not sure
At last out , but free out of arms Not.

scrawling in square perimeters ; feeding in plastic bottles. tongue tied could speak not
Using his cry,he could ask

Able to walk but with lots of work
Limitations to see his youngwood colours Of a decimal age starts to hold his chicks ; Because at an adventure in chains.

In adolecente, his flowers quickly wither,
He chases the stage but it swiftly And boastpully moves past him;
Because of a teenage manhood roles ,.

He losts most of his friends
Forgetting how to live as social human being
The world makes an Animal out of a boy .
At last his tongue vibrates " I am a free man in prison"

© P.O.P