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Innocent Child
Why do they cry? He asked me tonight, As we watched parents scream, Upon that television screen. I could only sigh, Thinking of how I could lie, To my innocent son, Who uses a finger as a gun. We watched in vain, As blood curdling pain, Echoed across the street, From parents at their bare feet. It's a war I said, So now the ground is red, But it's best if you don't know, Let's grab a ball & play throw. We played together outside, The dog panting at our side, It was a magical delight, Just my son, the dog, and I. We played until dusk, Just the dog and us, Before innocent voice said, Daddy, why does the sky turn red? Why do you ask my son? So curious and young, And then he said to me, I was just thinking. If it was the war you said, Turning the sky over there red, Then maybe I could help? He said with a gentle pout. A single tear broke free, To trickle down my cheek, As I then hugged my son, Who wiped it away with his gun. No matter how I lie, Or explain that red sky, There is nothing it seems, That will reduce the screams. Will you cuddle them tonight, As tears cloud up the sky, From the innocent child, So desperate and wild. (c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
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