Life

Detailing a life

         
When she was one,
she had barely begun.

When she was two,
she liked to chew.

When she was three,
she found personality.

When she was four,
she sat on the floor.

When she was five,
she felt alive.

When she was six,
she liked magic tricks.

When she was seven,
she learnt about heaven.

When she was eight,
she stayed up late.

When she was nine,
everything was fine.

When she was ten,
tantrums again and again.

On her eleventh year,
she learnt about fear.

On her twelfth year,
she would volunteer.

At thirteen,
people were mean.

On her fourteenth birthday,
she chose to run away.

On her fifteenth birthday,
she slept in a doorway.

On her sixteenth birthday,
her body for some pay.

On her seventeenth birthday,
Dead in an alleyway,
Sixteen she shall stay.

Wasted her life,
food for the mice.
.
Her parents continue to ask for information,
On their beloved and cherished daughter,
They've got the hearts of their whole nation,
Unaware she was a lamb to the slaughter.

Many years on they still ask for any shred,
Of their beloved and cherished daughter,
And as police find her corpse in a river bed,
Her parents become the lambs to the slaughter.