Best Introspectionchildren Poems
You gave us free will
But why nuclear devices?
Do you play games with our lives?
A score of one million to nil!!
Man we're up the creak
And we're not collecting spices
The media's killed the flavour
And here come the chopping knives.
What is our potential for the near future?
No one seems to care, is our time nearly up?
I don't think you have the bottle to be so abrupt!
Many of your representatives appear all too corrupt,
While you what, check up on our graces?
Why are we so dumb and ignorant and hung up on races?
Killing for oil and territorial spaces, while we're hypnotised
By what, white teeth on their evil smiling faces?
Do you take pride in what you have created?
We’re so grateful; your teachings are sidelined,
While the horned goat is consecrated,
They have young children idly worshiping the antithesis of 999,
So my one real question to you, my source...
Do you not feel that the evil must be purged...berated
Back into chaos, obscurity
Expelled by the light of divinity
A place for creativity to flourish, our children to be nourished?
Because into oblivion I sink...I see no serenity.
"2 SISTERS KIDNAPPED---BOTH WERE FOUND DEAD"
WAS THE HEADLINE IN THE PAPER I READ
INSTANTLY IMAGES FLASH IN MY HEAD
OF 2 LITTLE SISTERS KIDNAPPED--FOUND DEAD
THERE PARENTS HAD DONE EVERYTHING RIGHT THEY GUARDED THERE YOUNG ONES ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT
NOW LEFT WITH NOTHING BUT SORROW AND PAIN
BECAUSE OF SOME SICK AND TORMENTED BRAIN
WHY THEM? WHY US? THE PARENTS LAMENT
SUFFERING SUCH PAIN AND BRUTAL TORMENT
THIS CREATURE WHO DRESSES IN HUMAN DISGUISE
HEARS NOT THERE WORDS,THERE SCREAMS OR THERE CRIES
HE"LL ADMIT VERY LITTLE AND TELL MOSTLY LIES
BUT THE ANSWERED ARE BURIED SO DEEP IN HIS EYES
THEN PROUD WHAT HE'S DONE HE DESCRIBES IN DETAIL
THE DEATH OF THESE CHILDREN SO YOUNG AND SO FRAIL
HE CARES NOT A BIT FOR THE ONES HE LEFT DEAD
AND SAYS THAT THERE'S DAEMONS INSIDE OF HIS HEAD
THE DOCTORS WILL TRY TO GET HIM TO SAY
WHY HE DID WHAT HE DID ON THAT FIRST DAY IN MAY
HE HAS NO INTENTIONS OF TELLING THEM WHY
AGAIN "DAEMONS' .... HIS ONLY REPLY
THEY'LL BRING HIM TO TRIAL AND CALL HIM INSANE
THAT LAW WILL PROTECT HIM FROM CAUSING SUCH PAIN
THEY'LL ASK HIM TO STAND AND THE JURY AGREE
I KNOW WHAT ID DO IF THAT FATHER WERE ME
I'D CALL FOR THE DEVIL AND MY SOUL I WOULD SELL
FOR A TIME TO MEET WITH THIS CREATURE IN HELL
HIS SENTENCE WILL BE A SLAP ON THE HAND
THE JUDGE IS UPHOLDING THE LAW OF THE LAND
IN YEARS AND SOME MONTHS THEY'LL MEASURE HIS FATE
SOON AFTER THAT THEY'LL OPEN THE GATE
WE'LL ALL WONDER WHY AS THE LAW SETS HIM FREE
"HE'S CURED" ",NOT DANGEROUS" THE ANSWERS WILL BE
ITS TIME TO WAKE UP OLE' U.S.OF A.
AND SEE THAT OUR CHILDREN ARE DYING EACH DAY
WE'RE STARTLED,WE'RE SHOCKED AND OH VERY SAD
WE ASK ONE ANOTHER IF THE WORLD HAS GONE MAD
I WONDER MYSELF HOW BAD HAS IT GOT
WHEN THESE "DAEMONS" HAVE RIGHTS AND OUR CHILDREN HAVE NOT
THESE 2 LITTLE FACES I STILL SEE IN MY HEAD
AND ALSO THAT HEADLINE IN THE PAPER THAT READ
2 SISTERS KIDNAPPED-- BOTH WERE FOUND DEAD
Copyright ©2008 Robert Longinetti
In the mornings it is the birds in the trees
In the evenings it is children inthe street
Morning drifts to noon
And noon becomes night
Before we can count the fallen leaves of day
I played under trees
Where birds held daily choir rehearsals
And thought nothing of roles or reversals
Turning the pot to clay
The contents spilled every which way
And the curtain hiding us
From the noisy children in the street.
A little span of time
Can do so much to the muttering of dreams
I keep picking up
The shards of my belief
From every fresh invention
Littering my heart with grief ...
Why do the children play in the streets at evening?