The Little Children

The Little Children

To be a child

Means to grow up

To be grown up

Means to own up

Not child like

You find it hard

To see the light

Fight to gain sight

Fight to gain approval

Of who is wrong or right

Out of sight

Out of mind

Only to sit in the next room

Feeling the same way

So we learned to hide

Not to confront or erupt personal issues

Daddy's not around

Mom misses him not you

I've witnessed the ignorance

Deny to watch guilt drill them

No chance to really feel them

They the living die

Slowly killing him, her &

Them; all the works

Of love above 

Only hurt from below from being cut off

Disconnection, separation , eternal isolation

is this what we want for the little children?

for every missing piece is a child not in peace 

I'm finding the pieces in the  rising fires 

of hells kitchen, 

I've come to share with you a word or two

Never back down, give in or accept unconfirmed questions

as final say for the little children 

Never explain why or change

just to fit in- 

fight for what is pressed on your heart

even though you may have only seen the dark

believe and know there is a light within you

awaiting activation 

life struggles and cycles But nothing changes 

till one dies to find inner awakening 

Reminds me of my many nights

I watch as no one gave any eye

the little children were just left forsaken