Why was I born in the Rubble?

Why was I born in the rubble?
Did I do something wrong, get into trouble?
Will I end my life under the rubble's weight,
Living in this hazy, suffocating state?

Please, don't silence my voice, condemn my plea,
For talking of rubble, seaking empathy.

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