Backened canvas – K.B

Light through the cracks ….

 

 

Blackened canvas

 

 
As much as I meet
People,

I see kids crying.

Muted, anonymous
For most.

I see terror.

I wish I could
Hold the child
In them
And rock him
To sleep.

Tell him stories
Too,
Put his sheets
On him
And shut the lights.

Make him a nice
Breakfast in
The morning.

Take him
To the playground.

Shower him
And listen to him
Laugh.

Play with him.
Imagine
Worlds
In which
He is
The captain.

Let him dream,
Marvel,
Cry
When he needs to.

See all and do all.

Those childs
Speak through
The eyes.

Caged adults
Are weeping
Inside.

I’ll free them
One day.

I’ll give them
Their innocence
Back.

It has been retrieved
By calculation,

Mass media
And advertising.

By sex, drugs, alcohol,
Treasons, troubled
Love affairs.

Hard work,
Profit,
Lack of connexion
With nature.

Indifference,
Hate,
Scourn.

I’m myself caged.

But I used to be free.
Bodily, mentally,
Healthily.

If you have a child
Inside,

Let him murmur,
Let him speak
Through the firewalls
Of adult life
And dangerous
Modernity.

If your innocence
Is snatched,

You fall into perversion
And this is no Bible,
Just a poem.

 

 
K.B

 

 

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