Children in a circle sitting.. standing.. speaking soft.. smoke from blackened building where their home was in the loft.. what could make those called ‘leaders’ call for such a thing.. even children see destruction every war will bring..
One child said nothing.. deep feeling held his voice.. pain was such he would only scream pain with no choice.. even Sarah known to him since first time in his mind.. their parents.. where were they.. what fate did they find?
Each child dreams of what their future will fated be.. each wants peace to live.. be happy.. most of all be free.. no matter created faith.. or history store..No dreamer dreaming in love ever starts a war..
Older folks toughen up.. they climbed many a crest.. going to unseen promises of what is promised best.. caught in plan of trickster trick bag.. did not see the scam.. get up.. dust off.. find yourself.. say ‘this is who I am’..
Disappointment has no cure or ointment it takes time.. to ignore liars who lie to lie in the next crime..
Guess it was fun sometimes.. still it was not true.. your time.. what you create.. is the best of you..
React to his action takes you on his special ride.. you sense it pay no mind to that ‘Unheard Plea inside’
When amusement parks close bidding luck until next time.. you sense to listen as the voice inside describes their crime..
Thought for this day.. The child in me.. is me voicing unhampered feeling.. Peace Tony