They burnt my son br my only son br with kerosene br no skin to sight br just the naked knight br he asked for more br Oliver's hunger core br he asked for money br to feed his honey br and babies puny br when i went br on message sent br he was lying in a sheet br just with a piece of meat br which was his br as it added mess br groaning loud br his pain i say pain br it was plain br could you lie br with no skin br i could only sigh br my son, my child br i am his mum br oh, could you come br and tell me the outcome br the beginning or end br of this story which sends br many stories to shame br how could I say how could br one burn another cold br no feeling, eh? no feeling br i just feel reeling br my sense suffer br i am in thoughtless hour br how could, i still wonder br the sight of his agony br you should come wtih me br please lend me your arms br i cant stand this harms br no, not anymore br it sickens my core br i am helpless br i a mother br my child without skin br he has been burned br with oil -he is burning br the touch of inner with the externals br inner softness shirking and shrinking br the cruel world br and his innocent tenders br oh, he cries out br the skin is peeled br the outer world and inner mold br i am thoughtless dear br what to fear br what do i hear br no human schools are here br they dont teach to be humans br only for jobs and just for sums.