The flame does burn, as white lightening released,
From hells fire, cold to the touch, yet it melts the flesh.
Sizzle, wrought the iron red hot, it leaves a nasty mark,
A crimson branding, by icy steel.
Broken lies the heart of innocence,
Lain bleeding on the sacrificial altar.
Do not the angels shred, their own precious wings,
Feather by feather,
For the mournful cries, of sorrows children to end.
Hush not echoes voices, whom cry within the night,
Pull the harsh hand of man, away from their mouths,
Finger by finger,
Even if the white knuckled grip, is fixed and tight.
Hatred's malice dwells within angers fear,
It tares at the soul, and rippes at the spirit,
Sourly eating at one, from the inside out.
Bitter wine is drunk at a fatten table,
By the envious foe, feasting on
Those that he would judge.
In a small corner of humanity's forgotten corridor.
Is a child curled up in a fetal ball,
Reaching outward in the dark,
For understandings warmth.
It's only shame, is pains repulsion for it's existence,
By mankind it's own kindred
Shy away, touching not, sustaining it not,
Leaving it alone as if it were something to disdain,
Or to be expunged from reality's view of vision.
But it lives, oh god in the heaven's it lives,
It represents something, someone, a belief or ideal.
It is the orphan of ignorance, misjudgments relevance,
On it's backside it bares the scares,
The branding mark of wrath.
Rock the cradle of man, sing the lullaby of hope,
Wrap the child in loves promise,
It deserve this much and more.
For the Lord God is the only true judge,
Not humanity, bless this innocent,
It's only crime by man's law has been it's birth,
And it's idealism of thought itself.
Spare your criticism, and listen, it may be the
Child’s only true hope of acceptance.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN