Each new born   is a medium

For the kind to renew it self

 Little squeaking   birdie

Soon flies off as a bird

A  cub  grows into a roaring lion

A moth turns but into a fly

But weather a human kid grows up

To be a responsible citizen

Is entirely in the hands of its people

So who is at fault when he falters

For a child is born innocent, without sin

Who should  collectively take the blame

Whom do we hold responsible

For the injustice and the corruption

The religious discords and the hatreds

The poverty, illiteracy and the helplessness

The crimes, wars and misunderstandings

The callousness and the contempt

The endless bloodshed of one’s own kind

Mankind needs to perfect itself