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