A child walks along with black veils
covered all his little fingers
with the noise of a child, it plays along
the hemline of so many
meadows of his home where he belongs;
But in truth, it is they who
doesn’t want you to see
the filthy grime that blankets the Earth;
He'd sit on logs as pulpits listen
to the sermon of rights and wrongs
It's starting to be his favorite song
how life goes on
nothing seems to matter in his little life
put your veil back on the man cried out
but who can help but peek when you hear torture?
the screams of suffering and agony
that you are told to ignore.
I feel sorry for this little boy;
In his darken hours
he found power to say no more of his
Fathers words of pains
as he walked away with that look on his face
find God he cries out,
His name is Jehovah and he makes way
even for a lost child like me
they are among us the dandelions of thorns.

- Judy Emery © 2004
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery