Bernard Barclay Poet Rhyme

A Man Runs Down the Street

The shadows of grey lay broken on the shore's of antiquity
a child cry's in the night screaming for parents lost 
their dreams but broken sleep their torment driven deep
the shadow of grey lay broken on the shore's of antiquity

It is not life that is cruel, life can be the dancing queen
yet human beings in their ineptitude their joyless waste 
a man runs down the street his hand holding his love
with beating heart and flowing tears their pain emence

Can you taste their fear, a girl runs nakid down the street
tomorrows joy lost to the anger of yesterday
it is not life that is creul tomorrows war is started by man
your greed your anger your idea's dreams that build your sin

We are all God's children we are all loved with his love 
and yet you feel you have a right to kill his children in his name
a man runs down the street his hand holding his love 
with beating heart and flowing tears their pain emence

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Dorian Petersen Potter October 17, 2014 at 1:38 PM Yes, all its so sad Bernard. Never seen a child running or walking naked for that matter in the street, but is a scary thought for sure to see for whatever reason.Xxxxx D.