lone is the boy

the peasants shed their tears alone, while the kings and queens sit upon their judging thrones . come down and take the child by the hand show him the way. for time has come where the light upon his path, is starting to turn dark. put away your minds prejudices. the prejudices that hides behind the illusions and the contempt that hides inside the delusions. in the core of the hollows heart is where insecurities, feast. sometimes silence cuts deeper than a stabbing knife. shooting stinging barbs. cutting through to the bone. a soul destroyed cry breaks the nights silence. listen to its laments. the wounded beast is easy prey to the contemptuous who sit on thrones of high. these throne occupiers don't awaken to the pain from their downpouring rain