Henry W Poet Lyric

Let the Innocent Live

Evening mimics the streetchildren
thrusting out and down with fright.

Predators heave along the bend
solid as a rock, bodies  streaming brawn and muscle,
how cruel! Their red eyes shoot like arrows.

The young sceams and parries.
Laughter makes it way on dirt roads
a battle is won, the rattling clatter
of boney skins, of feet's hooves 
tearing up the hard soll.

Older women whio a cry
veiled in old lace, their breath
spoied with the acid of midnight.

I will not take this!

Tell the air of freedom to come,
for I do not want to see the terror
of a nect generation on filth.

I will not take this!

The hours come wide open.
Flag of clouds rush on
and the heart rings of dreams
where my hut embraces their pain.


--- I try to help make this world a better one
by giving my time to abused children
as a Church volunteer.

--- Contest on Words of Wisdom

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