Children of the Night
They were just children when they were diagnosed...no sun.
Condemned to living in a world without light...no fun.
One minute of sunlight could be the end.
Shadows and night time their only friend.
Who in the world would be there for them.
Who would speak up for the youth condemned.
A child stands in a darkened room,
Staring out at a faceless moon.
Fists raised toward the heavens,
Searching for answers they beckon.
Tears stream down an untanned cheek.
Feeling like nothing but an unholy freak.
Passing people point and stare.
A life was never more unfair.
A baby is born and they learn from a test
he will be just like the rest.
Trapped inside away from the sun.
Games and races he'll never run.
Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2015
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