The Hidden Truth

My view on life is more morbid than most. This is my interpretation of the homeless kids on the streets of Jozi

I fear the children of the night,
Souls pitch black, skin of white.
Eyes are pure but hearts that hate,
See how they queue at hells gate.

I fear their instincts to kill at will,
To hunt their prey at deathly still.
Hearts cant lie, but tongues easily do.
Forgotten everything sure and true.

I fear their innocence no longer seen,
The trust that was, that would've been.
The smoke, the glue, teenage hell.
Crying babies in a prison cell.

I fear their tongues weapon sharp,
That speak so harsh but prays to God.
The puddles of blood under their feet,
New trauma tomorrow they meet.

I fear their all seeing eyes,
their sinful laughs their piercing cries.
The bitter reflections of a bitter child,
Looking calm but feeling wild.

I fear their presence on this earth,
Leeching souls from the day of birth.
The sun rises and the world awakes,
Darkness leaves and another victim it takes...

Author's Note

The poem no publisher wants to touch...apparently its political...????

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Wow.. such intensity here.. deeply touches these troubled times and has fierce flow as well.. funny you mention the publishers will not touch it.. when you look at TV there is so much other violence just on the news and through movies.. I did not find this political or politically incorrect myself.. what I read was reality in so many poor areas on the dark side of things.. maybe they fear this will spark the youth? TV does a great job of that and video games which affects a much broader audience .. so I just don't understand why they would not touch it.. sad to hear that! Keep it up.. let's hope for lighter times! =)

[Butterflymom]

This is brillant, intense, and very profound. WOW!

[Brittany]

This was astounding.

I love your style, the honesty and observation you bring forth should be by all rights, publishable. Damn them all. The haters.

I liked it.

[Inner Rain]

This is nice. :P It has a very new and somewhat different view of things. At first i couldn't really get it, but i read it the second time, then i got the message. Its just so different, i was a bit shocked; it was so intesnse. But its true, one can feel a certain amount of darkness when looking at such things. This poems makes me really think... How fortunate i am, to be living the way i am, in a Third World Country... Its a really good write... :P Ill be adding this to my favorites... Congratulations by the way! This poem really deserves a prize... :D

[R J Askew]

You build up a strong mood of macabre with this one. I like the first verse and the repeat 'I fear' drums the msg home in a lyrical way. I think the best verse is this one, esp the tonges and the the puddles.

I fear their tongues weapon sharp,
That speak so harsh but prays to God.
The puddles of blood under their feet,
New trauma tomorrow they meet.

[emmajoy]

Isn't about time publishers remembered the past and what they refused to publish until the public clamoured for something other than pap. Why can we have films and Tv programmes full of pretty explicit sex, killings every second, the F word as common as the word 'the, YET we can't write and read what is far too common in real life.

It's beyond my comprehension.

This is a great and powerful write, full of raw strength and feeling. Good for you.

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I guess publishers won't dare to touch as it contains violence, or may offense the young people ..
Back to the poem, i found it greatly interesting in the sense that you wrote about it on the dark side of the theme of youth itself
Nice images
Well penned!