Surrounded by people laughing at him

The child cries

Its not his fault, he truly hopes

But they still shun

"What did I do?" he asks, expecting reply

"You were born, you were born," they taunt with delight

One throws a stone, it strikes his head

And they all gather round, maybe he's dead

"but he's not" one cries with dismay

And then they all walk away

Hours later he awakens again

To find them all gone...

"Why do they hate me?" he cries to himself

Then goes into hiding till they come back