In perspective
forget yours or mine
forget the times where we were scared
but it all turned out fine
I could not imagine for a day
living with monsters.
Have you heard the news
the low whispers through out the night
of how a family of children were rescued
from parents that caused such fright?
I could barely contain my anger
my rage and frustration over it all
how can we still have the dignity
to still have the humanity to call them parents at all?
What happened to us?
What happened to being observant to the pain
where we stood up to monsters at night when the children cried
now we're more than willing to simply let them
die.
What happened to us?
There were signs, surely!
Why did no one say a thing
why did no one say ANYTHING?!
"But you weren't there
none of you understands"
You're right I wasn't
but an answer still, my question demands!
These children despite their age
have been forgotten
to the point of their adulthood
this boggles my mind
it could not be any less understood.
I work with children
I've helped raise a few
I was one myself
as I'm sure you were too.
How could no one suspect
that anything was ever wrong
how could we have let this
go one for so long.
I'm not sorry for my anger
my frustrations at all this
I'm just sorry
for the childhood those children
all these years
have missed.
Living with monsters.