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The Children Weep
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The Children Weep |
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marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
The Children Weep In these times, It seems that only death is victorious, For he knows neither color, religion, or beliefs, Staining silver skies red with the truth Impaling the moon’s essence, softer than a lover With a sharpened scythe That kills quickly in the night… It is best the children weep in their sleep Because youth does not discriminate the past, Even though it seems the past incriminates the future, Where between the pillars of somber dreams, Stand Angels with bows, taught with vengeance Remembering the promises of the Son, That child should suffer the least, Even after being cheated of life By the explosive colors of the night sky Bombarding the pain of nations Onto innocence or those religious fanatics, Who passionately praise their higher being… The world’s heart is an open wound Gnawing on the bones of the less fortunate Sustaining itself only enough to breed the hate of difference, In order to stem the growth of cells; But in the end it all returns to politics, Factions that decrease the worth of others As they snicker and gather in small corners Afraid to step out into the light Exposing themselves to the tears of others… I have listened to the wind of voices Hearing the stories of those who mumble To minds that fumble in the darkness Attempting to grasp names, places, and memories; I am overwhelmed and wracked with emotions, Screaming of love, hate, sadness and happiness Pondering who amongst us has ever been innocent… Do we serve a selfish cause? Or do we blink at the self-righteousness of another’s cause? (Interlude) A pause to comfort a sweet child who wept… I heard him cry out as the bomb exploded This little boy of about five or six All he knew before was love and family Now he must understand religion and war Because now he weeps for a chance that once was--- A life and future his parents once promised Turned to ashes and sleepless nights… These are the tears that haunt my days and nights, And I want to end the pain and tribulations of innocence Offering the gift of salvation that was written so long ago… I want to lift a mirror to face the nonsense of itself To reflect beams of truth to every crack in the earth And let those who have hidden from their nightmares, Be uncovered to answer for their crimes against humanity… Let the sobs of the children, finally be silenced. Marcel |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
darn Keith...that's sad stuff there...but hopeful last verse |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It is a heavy world we live in... long live the children! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Again, you share the depth of your heart with this piece, marcel. I hear the children weeping in my sleep. And when they speak to me in dreams, they ask for all the noise, pain and killing to stop, so they may play as children were meant to play. You've touched the core of me with this one. You are such a warm compassionate soul. Thank you for sharing. |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
This cuts to the heart. Fabulous. |
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Venus1974 Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 79Tennessee, USA |
Wow very heart breaking to say the least...sad sad sad Peace and happiness to us all, Venus |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
thinking of Lebanese children and of Israelis who have hidden in bunkers more than once thinking of Somalia Afghanistan China America Mexico name a country on Earth, and I'll tell you what I know about how the children suffer endlessly from our stupidity our insatiable appetite for power and violence when will we ever learn? |
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