He walks through my dreams,
This little one with the green eyes.
Where old men lust for power,
There this little one lies.
Do they see this little one?
This little one with the green eyes?
Or do old men’s lust for power
Simply tell their own lies?
His silence screams in my mind.
This little one with the green eyes.
My heart beats with conviction
For allowing old men’s lies.
His silence convicts my own.
This little one with the green eyes.
I’ve failed to stop them, little one,
And somewhere another child lies.
5 comments:
Hi Friends;
This pic really caught my heart. It made me think on how there are people out there who would look at this picture, sadly perhaps, but describe it as "acceptable collateral damage". Can you imagine such a thought?
randy.
Did you write this? Awesome! And to look at the picture and read it, brings tears and sadness to my heart and eyes.
xznya
Hi xznya;
Yeah, I wrote it. I'm glad you like it. I don't do poetry very often. I'm just not deep enough for it. If you like poetry check out some of Dave's stuff ("follower").
This little guy is a tear tugger, isn't he?
-randy.
Hi Randy.
I am curious as to what happened to most of the blogger blogs. Several that I frequent are down. Wednesday night they were fine, Thursday after work I find them 'closed'.
xznya
For some reason Google won't let me have an account. Something about age and protecting minors, but I'm way older than that.
Hi xznya;
It would seem that there was a mass nuke carried out. I'm in the dark, a common position for me. Seems a bit much, though.
Good luck with the acct. problems. But, you are doing fine as you are with me.
Cheers! randy.
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