Best Sympathychild Poems
Sympathy
Who will bring this child come to fruition?
Who will make a brotherhood of my disenchanted world?
who will establish the foundation of my rootless race?
Who will gather the seed of my busted calyx?
Who will shine a light to path of my callow youth?
Who will fill the void of this lamentable existence?
This vagabond soul,
When will this child crawl?
Where will he begin?
Homesteads is wailing in the hamlets heaping blames,
City dwellers on the concrete sidewalks,
With back against the wall heaping blames;
O! death-songs to mourn oppressive rulers,
O! deaf promise and fail politicians,
O! scarce no-vacancy directors,
O! seating non available chairman,
All in the rolling refrigerated wheels,
Splashing contempts and grim on the hopeless;
Blame them for the lamentable tribulation.
The touches, tears and cries for help, a child living in fear.
Being told never to tell a soul, to ashamed to look in the mirror.
Not being able to trust anyone, because of being betrayed.
Now haunted by what has been done, praying the memories will fade.
Surrounded by many shattered dreams and all hope taken away.
Drowning in fear of being violated again, their eyes plead the words they can not say.
The memories will always stay with a child buried deep into the mind.
A permanent barrier now built within, keeping anything from getting inside.