Let the suffering child whisper to you, I am dying…
For you see and yet not see, for you feel, yet resolutely deny, why on Earth would I believe you ever loved me?
Why are you like this toward me?
Children of tomorrow rise and shine, of kingdom protectors of tomorrow,
bereft of meaningful gaze and old age play prickly comic vine
For those not humble, yet earth seemingly scary, of those not in trouble yet armed crazy, for one child is different than the other
Lackluster you create them, bludgeoning them to cause a blunder
For if you are born in a different domain, you are born without a golden spoon, with a shortsighted living, crying, and the hungry soul
Of foul carcass and growling hegemony, of laying armaments to crash them right and center in ways uncanny
Why on earth do they die and lay their lives for you? To die of cross-connections of a world submerged in plunder yet can't resonate with a child’s soul getting crushed deeper
Deep insights for all the bloody nights, of protecting and riding a modern cruise, of facilitating some children and letting others lie in a bruise
Why do you kill and maim others, when the same act in your part of the world causes an outcry over an issue generations older
Oh, the humanity! you see and yet look unnatural, you cannot see one and the other is tragical, the shining armor is farcical, as men are both prude and whimsical.
Psychophants of child maulers are carrying guns in disdain, shooting on sight, and prancing on them in intersectional lanes, Where and when on Earth will the mutants speak up?
For kids from your space are your treasure, while the other spaces collectively cry for their kid's emotional seizure and yet you feel the world is equitably a global player.
For you kill them and hollow their hearts out, dry them and spill their skins out, hang them with their cold grueling cries, and never reach them when they blow their hearts out.
Your children are our children, my children are a sophisticated problem, for bombs lay bare in jungles crying, the trees stare, they let the whimsical laugh take over and yet you say everything is fine and let us start over.
Why on Earth do we call these human rights, when the armies trample and kill being with living rights, catch them by their tiny little hair strand, and kill their babies to ethnically blind them in front of their parent's eyes
Alas you are rude as hell, murky the streets yell, let the world forces conjoint tell you; for enough is enough, rise the gates of hell, for dubious duplicitous deceiving decrying dangerous defamatory voices turn real
What is peace in looking at small shoes marred in blood, school bags littered with bullet holes, school uniforms smelling of dry blood
You kill and kill, yet your greed consumes unending, of all perversive acts you do mimicking, the rising shine and lustrous profane gagging voices.
I pass on my voice to you my moonshine
In the thick lush burgundy screen, I see splits of my horrendous scream
You say you fight for me, but why is it that you don’t see me in him?
She starts her day with tragedy, yet not complained of the solemn disparity, of knee-deep ancient lands providing the boy's enchanting magical wands.
She is killed anyway, married off like a war criminal, pushed into the abyss by the hazy guzzling obtuse society, you come and imprint your devil marks
If at all you care, let your shadows disappear, of reveal our bodies to the people that love us and believe us to appear
You cry and tell me that we have ugly human rights, yet you bombed us and hung our brethren dead in a market fair, to bid on you How ethical you are, sell yourselves to the cataclysmic morality glare
You are always on the right, trying to always claim almighty, here’s my humble request to you,
Don’t state the obvious for you are caressing the tangent of hypocrisy
Of what can a humane principle more ravaging and shameful be than killing a child, baby, and weeping infant,
Of all that crosses the skyline and the moon’s crescent, you want people to believe your manufactured sorrows as you try to repent
My moonshine requests
We are babies, we know the unearthed tragedies, for all that we see, we can’t tell and preach
Men will come and go, but our sorrows are tangible and can cause a big blow
We are the same whether white, black, yellow, or brown our skins remain; we all have blood and bones within. Our nerves are not different, limbs intact when detached cause pain in the same blood and soul concoction
Spare the divisions, we all are one, before killing us, judge shadows of your kin and future, of things that you see and remember forever, and do not lay hands on anyone ever.
If you do not like the crazy cockpit of a human moshpit, yet your head around and bang your bludgeoning misery to people suffering your tragedy
Of all mankind must listen and let the glorifying voice thicken, killers are never your brethren
Save us by saving our kind, from dungeons of abyss manufactured by typical humankind, for you divide us in rage and glory, while we are beings not able to unleash the fury
I know you will go and come again and parch us with your bombs that blow,
For your righteous words never glow but amidst this treachery, of heart-sunken misery,
Have you ever seen deeper lurking in your being causing the unnatural tragedy?
If not then sure do, let your moral inhibitions reveal themselves and guide your life like an honest righteous fighting crew….
Thanks a lot for taking some precious time out of your schedule to read my work. If you like it, you can read some of the other writeups I have linked below. I hope you have a great day! Thanks for stopping by!!!