For Those Abused But Are Being Dismiss

This world hushes in the mist As one’s roof he tells is down. Refusing to rest just one elbow One his battered town. This world I know not For I though it was beautiful ago. As a youngster I was taught A garden doesn’t always grow. A runaway slave speaking About his father’s fist. Where is the love if you don’t search But choose to dismiss? Under Christianity laws You play with someone matches. You’re unsure so you dismiss their case Running them to ashes. Where is your love Did it die of rock ages? You speak your unsure mind Wiping black on her pages. Every case dismissed Is polluting every child atmosphere. Increasing their doubts Increasing their fears. When can these worlds Just hear one’s deep whistle One using what is left To turn them too pistols?