Fragile

The tininess of a child's hand That should only reach out for love But instead spitefully twisted Where pain has no doubt The softness of skin That only a child can bring Until the cigarette is put And pureness distorted by burning caused The tenderness of every word First spoken and on years grown Polluted by every word sworn Invaded by more that is learnt Delicate the child mind That can so easily be torn By both that said A nd every cruel thought unspoken So loving the young voice Sweetly asking for belonging Innocence easily ripped Passed on a vile disease Fragile those Who cannot protect themselves So invisible those who are so close Who don't know or care what they leave in disrepair Not on the breakfast table Do all the headlines lie In the safety of their own So many children die or lose their lives