Today A World Weeps

Today a world weeps
At a loss of life
I have to ask why
Why **** the children
Why **** the teachers
So near to Christmas
Please cry with me
We lost the future
Maybe a cure for cancer
Maybe a leader of peace
Or an inventor of Time
All now taken away
By a madmans gun
Children are a new generation
To create a new, a better world
Young lives yet to learn, to begin
This Christmas as we celebrate
Families will mourn their loss
Life should be cherished
So let us send prayers
Because all around this world
All religions and all people
Cry with you on this day

Give me one dance
With the crystal Angel
Someone so beautiful
But so very fragile

Do not hurt her
Such a delicate creature
But never cage her too
For she may shatter

Crystal Angels will shine
In wonderous multi-colour
Flying back towards Heaven
As you keep the memory alive

copyright Chris Smith 2012

Please Santa,

All I want this Christmas is Daddy home
Mommy keeps crying, she misses him
I miss him too, I'm only five years old
He is a soldier and has been away
He has been gone over eight months
Please bring him back, I don't want toys
Last week two men came to the door
They looked very important to me
Wearing uniforms with medals on
Mommy was given a letter and a flag
Not just any flag, one of the country
But when Mommy read the letter
She started crying, she hasn't stopped
Mommy won't tell me what it said
I'm scared I won't see Daddy again
So please Santa, I'm begging you
I don't want anything else
I want you to bring Daddy home

For no reason he starts screaming
Then begins to hit you
Shouting for no given purpose
He will begin to bite himself

It is then as nothing happened
He plays with an electronic game
Something then will disrupt him
So begins punching himself in the head

He will not wait his turn
Even when others are already speaking
So starts to bite himself once more
Shouting out threatening behaviour

You can never try to tell him off
It will only make him worse
He believes he is only allowed to shout
He will never understand what you say

The throwing of things will then commence
Showing you outrage and anger
Comes up and shouts in your face
Followed by slapping and hitting you

Then it will all suddenly stop
Begins talking nicely to you
Talking non-stop about his cars
He will then put them all in a line

Come and ask for a cuddle
Not even remember what just happened
For an hour or two he talks politely
You dare not try to change the subject

Never try to break his routine
For he will start swearing at you
Everything will start all over again
Because he will never understand change

He even hates his baby sister
Because he needs all the attention
He has no understanding of sharing
Or how to ever show fair play

He is locked away in his own world
Expects everyone to know what he is thinking
He can not even dress himself
But he has a perfect photographic memory

Others will never come to realise
They will only think the worst of him
They call him names behind his back
All because he is a little different

Autistic children may be a challenge
But remember, they are still children
All they need is understanding
So, will you love him?

copyright Chris Smith 2012
For children with Autism/Asperger's Syndrome

A Daredevil came
Lighting a Green Lantern
Even a Scorpion King
Bowed down in respect
For a fallen comrade
They travelled the Green Mile
Walked the final Whole Nine Yards
In honour and in silence

A Kung Fu Panda
Followed with Cats And Dogs
Crying tears into the night
For a gentle giant
So deeply missed

At eighteen he could not believe
No one could change his mind
At christianity, he rolled his eyes
Buddism never made he think
Refused to become Wiccan
Never picked up the Bible
Nor tempted by the Koran
For years he was never swayed

No embracing any religion
When they said he'd go to Hell
Well, he never believed anyway
Not wanting to know any God
Laughed at thoughts of a Devil
Lived his life with his family
Even though his children
Grew up to have faith

Now an elderly man in hospital
Alone in a room and dying
A night so dark without stars
When a light shone in the window
He felt tears on his cheeks
Put his hands together
Then he whispered
"Please forgive me".

copyright Chris Smith 2012
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Through the white wilderness
Hunting in knowing hunger
Some slow moving Seal
Will become the next repast

For this Polar region is named
After the mighty Bear that roams
Ursus Maritimus, the Sea Bear
Hunting under the Ursa Major

Never eating during the Summer
Spring or Autumn, the hunting season
Legends on the Arctic dormain
Rulers of the snow and ice

copyright Chris Smith 2012
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