Dead Children Aren't Political to Me

February 28, 2018

There’s blood on the streets
And the wail of children
Protests follow the beat
Round-table talks: politician or civilian

A nation roars in grief
Her children are dead
The cause we all know, but what do we believe
The truth lies on the ground fully bled

Adolescent and beautiful, but forgotten for greed
A conduit for revolution
But let the damn people grieve?
Never prevention, only retaliation

The violence of antiquity, we must surely conceive
Symbolism regarded higher than humanism
But the morals of a higher power you surely relieve
For it’s not enlightenment you seek, its sensationalism

Concrete human life trampled by grandeur illusions of freedom
The fear of shackles, keep the hand at the whip
Slaves to terror, human or demon?
Our people scream for mercy, but self interest over kinship

Cast away this deceit
Better to be a wicked man and despised than a false man and admired
Keep your justifications, a fools logic is hard to beat
Wipe those crocodile tears, the emotion is uninspired

So when our children lie in the street
Don't give me your doe eyed sympathy or your duplicitous prayers
Their death was an inconvenience to your agenda, I see your deceit
You sought discretion, but I'll concoct the most macabre affair

Because dead children aren’t political to me






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RachelReidThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
yesterday at 9:25 pm
Thank you for speaking out on this issue. It is important and should be given FAR more attention.
 
chiaroscuro17 replied...
today at 2:20 am
Thanks so much @RachelReid. Your feedback means a lot.
 
LizJade said...
yesterday at 8:59 pm
This is beautiful, I was very inspired by this poem
 
chiaroscuro17 replied...
today at 2:19 am
Heyy Liz Jade, that means a lot! Thanks so much
 
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