Inhumanity Glisten

Inhumanity Glisten

A Poem by Sanctuary Dementia

Childish games without monetary gain

Mindless fun for the youths masses

Yet never viewing the hidden cruelty

Racial lines unseen; everyone plays on the grasses

Meanwhile hatred for silence is destructive

Young child playing a simple game of tag

Boy cries wolf to the authority figures

Inappropriately touched; adults throw red flag

Little boy sobbing saying the touch was bad

Young girl oblivious asking what she did wrong

Tagged his shoulder as they laughed and ran

Proper authorities say they don’t want to hear the liars song

Thereafter banned from all human touch

Every day ridiculed for a crime uncommitted

Nobody believes the loneliest voice crying

Expectations of parents are crushed

Mother screams and tries to throw her out on the highway

Girl sobbing wishing mommy would listen

Cruel world labels her bad as a mere child

None believe even as schools are changed; inhumanity does glisten

She grows through the years; touch always unfelt

Gore moments of hatred; blood does shine

Utter hatred for the rest of human kind

Touch is taboo, hugs for a fool, smiles come for a fine

For years she was cursed, why should she trust?

Always given pain and hatred, so of it she returns

A wolf in sheep’s clothing destroyed a child

Yet everyday for another’s affection she yearns

If you saw her, by chance, would you recognize me?

© 2011 Sanctuary Dementia


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Thank you, and yeah, this world has some severe issues sadly.

Posted 13 Years Ago


A travesty that unfortunately rings of truth...........excellent piece

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Sanctuary Dementia
Sanctuary Dementia

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Misery is one of my nicknames, it at one point all that I was for both myself, as well as for those around me. I was vile, I was cruel, and I do stil retain the ability to be as such, but Ive learned .. more..

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