Where beauty once dwelled but a scar now remains,
Battered and bloody from the world and its pains,
What have we done to defile this innocence so?
Would we have stopped if someone had known?
Why did the world,so caulousely kill her inside,
Laughingly spit on her tears and leave her to die?
Why did we do nothing to save her from this rape?
Why now do we care when all is too late?
When the feathers were torn from her angelic wings,
When her beauty was savagely beaten with sins,
When she cried out for help, reached out for love,
When she asked what she'd done, why she wasn't enough
When her eyes flowed in streams and her blood was like tears,
Where were we all to cradle her in her fears?
We cut her down, we silenced her song,
She was yet too young to know where she went wrong
2 comments:
hey maskman... hope you're well? good to see some creative work from you again - i thought the Scientology clan had kidnapped you!
this work has a sense of quickening ' desperation... difficult for me to explain, but a tempo that reaches me.
and - so valid. too many; too young; too soon.
take care!
Vanished childhood/innocence as a result of the world's cruelty and the negligence of those around. Once lost, it's gone forever.
Great one "Zorro". Lol!
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