A Child as pure as the first rain who
Others turned as to pray
But were cursed to be slaves
Of despair and to derail.....
A Child who knew nothing about
Good or bad ,Rules or clans
Cause everything they own
Was built upon or destroyed by others
A Child that follows everything their hearts see
And their minds hear so they either
Turned to flee or were burnt in pyre
A Child is everything inside that
We brake , cage or kill within
Cause all the devils were once
Angels too pure to fit in
A Child screamin'
" WHO ARE YOU TO UTTER WORDS ON ME
WHEN ITS YOU WHO MADE THIS OUT OF ME "
And A Child who still didn't realize
It was never their fault but the world's
To who they were blessed upon.......
YOU ARE READING
A Tale To The Understood
PoetryLife was it or Love.... Hate was it or Interest..... A Tale of Time.... On A Journey Of A Drop To The Ocean With A Space Unknown
