Along the shore I travel across golden silt,
Watching thirsty flowers withering wilt
All this salty water poison to parched stocks,
Tease helpless flowers with cold briny shocks.
Crushed abandon shells wash onto the foamy shore,
Even in the ocean, homeless rest on the darkened floor.
Along the road I travel across litter dirty street,
Seeing starving children with everyone I meet.
All the greedy people with pockets full of change,
Refuse to meet the eyes of all the homeless mange.
Crushed abandon hopes haze wounded little eyes,
Filled only with wishes for a quickening demise
Along the way to paradise I see a grander scheme,
Where, children have the right to live a better dream.
At the pearly gates, they earn their gossamer wings,
While the heartless, swing from gilded purse-strings.
Dangling over the fires of brimstone and molted rock,
Paying penance for all the sweet children forgot.