My Child
Oh, how life is nothing but a wasted breath
for those who hate the sight of a blooming rose.
Oh how I despise he who does not love, but seeks to end his foes.
I fear that greed is born, as compassion and kindness is lost.
My child, how shall I, your father shelter you from harm?
How shall I sing you sweet songs of peace,
when I should breathe just to teach you of honour and I fear there is no honour in a lie.
Nor does my heart beat at ease when your peers die…
I swear it to you, I love, I hate, I fear and yet I’m brave…
I swear it to you.
I run, I stare into the sky with passion, wondering…
as to wonder is in my kind for I am human and so are you my child…
You have a mother that gave you life, like I and all that breathe under the sky…
So I my child, I cry.
I cry because I can not understand why a soul has to die…
Why some would kill and deprive a father of an innocent smile.
Why we speak to hurt when all of us feel inside
Why my child?
I wonder why.
Oh, how life is everything.
Precious, Priceless and kind.
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