Inhumanity GlistenA Poem by Sanctuary DementiaChildish 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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2 Reviews Added on April 19, 2011 Last Updated on April 19, 2011 AuthorSanctuary DementiaNMAboutMisery 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..Writing
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