The Young Should Not Suffer

For him no help. The boy weeps tears.
Why God?  The young should not suffer.
Time keeps passing for years and years.
For him no help, the boy weeps tears.
Faith lost. And still no help appears.
No way could life be much rougher.
For him no help. The boy weeps tears.
Why God?  The young should not suffer.

Once again I am dabbling at different types of poetry.  The above poem is my attempt at a triolet, which is a form originated from medieval French poetry.  A triolet is a one stanza poem of eight lines. Its rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB and often all lines are in iambic tetrameter: the first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines.
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