New Life

They say its a miracle,

All purple and wrinkled.

Deaf dumb and blind,

Gift wrapped in his umbilical.

Without choice or direction,

The first cruel slap does awaken.

A heart begins to beat,

And blood starts to flow.

Independence begins,

A life has been given.

Proud parents display,

Blind faith in their prodigy.

What the future will bring,

Starts here on this day.

No more is his life,

A mere matter of chance.

It is a weapon that may be used,

to destroy or enhance.

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