‘Father’ said the child.. innocent true eyes.. ‘bothers me.. those ‘cool’ those ‘wild’.. spouting words of free’.. and ecstasy..
‘How is it they do not care.. yet share things never theirs?.. how is it they sell things that offend.. rabbits and bears?’
‘How is it girls smarter.. prettier that dream.. seek adventure in a liar.. stitched with broken seams?’
Smile came to my face heard my child.. his youthful race.. proud he heard drums thumping that defend each living space.. glad he knew what was his.. what mine.. the other guys.. wonder that at nine years old he questioned.. questions wise..
‘Son I said.. and in my head a species turned to hear.. there are those so puppet trained they run to words of fear.. see a pest as they detest a move they did not plan.. type that rather than good cookin’ eat food fast and canned..
Dense senses dulled when tykes by drinks and spikes to hide.. always never saying ‘I did that’.. for a free ride.. their TV world.. that too young girl always talking stroke.. in the end they betray friends and hide in lies and jokes..
Never fun found in a gun but that is what they give.. sending young to war to protect them as they live.. negative is all they give their words always point South.. praying to an evil lie.. passed from some lying mouth’..
No worry..be calm.. don’t hurry.. as they brandish names.. on a flag.. ipod or god their plan in lies so framed.. billion moral orphans need a word from someone true.. when they lie to rock the world for money’s lying crew..
Whether down on Nickle St. or on that island beach. where the gentle.. feeling comes mental right in reach.. winds unfold worlds you hold will hold you mind and heart.. stick with what you sense.. as you were taught right from the start’..
‘Thank you father’.. said the child though more a man than most.. hazel eyes scanned future places.. leaning on a post..
Never lost confused no boss or grift could take his ways.. nights of peace.. each night slept taking him to peaceful days..