UNKNOWN
He picked up the child in tender arms
The child that had been lying on the road
While thousands of people scuttled by
Not caring, not daring to add to their load
.
He ran doggedly as fast as he could
To the government hospital - Oh so far!
For he knew that it would do no good
Since his empty pockets would them bar
From the Doctors whose clinics lined the way
With nursing attendants in spotless white
Keeping at bay the poor, who dared to stray
Near their exhalted palaces by day or night
Flashes of red and green and white whizzed by
Each driven by eyes hastily averted
Ears invisibly muffed against his unuttered cry
For help, as his own dying heart blurted
Its fading beat into the thin cold air
Then into the hospital he somehow staggered
Helping hands lifted the child fair
He collapsed on the floor, pale and haggard
Weeks passed, a body for cremation was taken
From the icy morgue where it had been shown
To numberless people, who their heads had shaken
