UGLY CHILD

Into this race he came forth,

that little being his mother adored.

The beauty in him no one else saw,

and her love for him would never be restored.

Into this world this being surfaced,

his countenance was without grace.

Suffering and pain shall be his fate,

and on his looks shall no one place their gaze.

Onto the Earth this child was born,

his eyes and mouth were without form.

And when the lights begin to fade,

his face we shall see no more.

Yet if there ever was a rebirth,

his tragic looks shall seize to be.