Tears of the Orphan

One by one they left,

All heading to the west,

The women silently wept,

Wondering what is Best,

For the poor orphaned Elliot.

The Uncles took the Best,

The parents had ever kept,

The house and the Boat,

Even the fishing Bait,

What will the poor child Eat?

Where will she stay?

Where will she lay?

No one wants to take her away

She is a curse Okay,

She is still a child anyway.

She hasn't  hurt anyone,

She cannot fight for herself even once,

All she wants is peace,

And a little providence,

That all of you can't promise,

Salut to all that care,

To make it fair,

Keep your intentions pure,

You remain very dear,

To the poor orphaned heir.