Children Of A Lesser God Poem by Shaun Cronick

What must it be like,
Allegedly to not fit in.
To be simply born,
As a Siamese Twin.

People point the finger,
Others do stop and stare.
Then they cruelly whisper,
Behind the conjoined pair.

Life can be harsh,
Life can be hard.
This life can deal,
The odd cruel card.

Latest medical science,
Can sometimes aid.
To separate twins,
So pitifully displayed.

But for all others,
It can't be done.
To live their lives,
Two joined as one.

To live their lives.
As best they can be.
A quality of life,
Of limited reality.

We should never forget,
Of life's lessons taught.
To respect all others,
On what fate has brought.