The Shortest Story

I am born today, the sun burns its promise in my eyes Mama strikes me and I draw a breath and cry Above me a cloud softly tumbles through the sky I am glad to be alive It is my seventh day, I taste the hunger and I cry My brother and sister cling to mama's side She squeezes her breast, but it has nothing to provide Someone weeps, I fall asleep It is twenty days today, mama does not hold me anymore I open my mouth but I am too weak to cry Above me a bird slowly crawls across the sky Why is there nothing now to do but die?