Oh little Suzy
the little girl
only five
why pretty doll, why
do you cry?
I will hand you
this rag
its all I have left
through poverty I
can only offer
this bit of torn skirt
please child, wipe
those tears
american is a beautiful
place with the
smile of a child
country of the free
if by free they
mean powerless
poor girl
you must stop crying
I can hardly stand
to see
that dirty face
atop those ragged clothes
please child
your future is bright
just dont turn
out like me
i can offer no more
i have nothing to give
but this cracked mirror
placed where I believe
you to be
sadly just a reflection
of me.