There was a child went forth every day

There was a child went forth every day
Seeking safety and acceptance by peers.
The Guards of Order kept him at bay,
Little regard for his thoughts and his fears,
His voice unheard.

There was a child with little at home.
He looked to the street to fight back, to survive.
Surrounded by friends yet completely alone
He drank, toked, and flew to feel more alive,
His needs unmet.

There was a child thrown out of school
For hugging, for touching, and smart-assed replies.
Their judgement confirming that he was a fool,
Their scorn taught him quickly to hate and despise.
His pain unseen.

There was a child went forth late one night
Accosted a man in fancy attire.
Police arrived and the child took flight.
He ran without stopping, drawing their fire.
His life unsung.