WHO SAVES THESE CHILDREN
Darkest is the night when those tiny footfalls come pattering across the floor of my dreams,
awakening me to the heartbreaking memories of screaming little souls whose only sin is being born into a world of poverty,
to a world stripped of humanity,
and where man and monster walk boastfully together,
hand in hand…like brothers.
I fling back the covers of my heart and beckon these screaming children nearer,
blanketing their tortured lives so completely that those monstrous things called parents and guardians cannot find them, cannot hurt them…,
cannot blind them to the wonders of humanity beyond their fractured world.
Nestled against me in the utter darkness I pull them closer,
to keep them safer still,
though I know they will not stay,
will not savor my pains to free their starving minds.
they are tainted by the ruthless,
reared by those cankerous fools who know nothing of life but what passes under their noses,
between their starving lips,
shoots into their arms.
Dawn crawls inevitable over my windowsill and I shield my eyes as night gives way to an another day of endless hurt and pain.
I listen quietly as those precious tiny footfalls once more fade across my bedroom floor with the receding shadows,
yet this time a few are lingering…,tentative,
their minds questioning…, thinking,
wondering if what I offer might be more than merely existence.
