We were T. S. Eliot’s Hollow Children By Adrian D’Costa We were Eliot’s Hollow Children. We were the stuffed children. Society burned us alive. But came out of it as brimful of bloodshed wine. We might have none, but we are one. Witch hunting us doesn’t have any effect. Felicity showed us the way. Positivity is in our mind. Our Inherited blood left us divided Again, I retort we are strong as one. Harrowing tales of our lives will amaze you, Will confound you, will surprise you, will bewilder you. But we lived anyways. Now that I have seen what happened I will not stride there anymore. I will hold tight the straps of my own horse. I am the leader of my own life. Now we are T. S. Eliot’s Hollow children no more. No more stuffed. But grown up adults. We are the strong human beings.
We were hollow and stuffed children. Not anymore. Now we are complete human being.