The
World
Is Rotten
To the
Core.

It
Is a plague...Hades... pestilence... mental and physical disablement....An Aged BUT ever
Young
Entity...
I
Love you
With
A
Feeble touch, cooling your brow...a stroke...with heartfelt motion.

As a child I remember being bored...
Days of unbearable ennui.
I
Remember amusing myself with toys,
Looking out the window on rainy days
And Wishing
It would STOP
So Mum would let me go out to play.
Sometimes
I would  see my friends outside and
Run  and plead  to go out!
It
Would Hurt deeply
When Mum said " No!"
However,
I would ignite with Joy
If she said " Yes!"
I would Hurry to put my shoes on...

Once outside,
I CAME TO LIFE!

Feel
Like a lamb,
Innocent
And
So PURE!

Waiting...
To be slaughtered!

For
What?
Histories mistakes?
MAN'S?
Whose?
Certainly,
Not Mine!

I jump around the meadows
All Day
Waiting....for a
Mutual
Friend to
Play
With.

Many times
I
Ask
What have I done?

Just
Let me play
Don't
Take My world away
Which
Many will do
And,
Like the population,
Don't
Have
A
SAY.

By Violet.

...I love you
The
Best way
I
Can!

I
Know
It is
Inadequate.

Still...

Mum
Dad
God
Jesus
Me
You.

Or,

God
Mum
Dad
Jesus
You
Me!

Dust thou art, to Dust thou shall return.
*******!
WE
Are More!
WE
SHINE!
Created
By
The Divine!

Than
A painting
Novel
Poetry
Song
Film... MORE
Than
History, geography, philosophy
Maths and science....
ETC.