Old Lady Child

Old Lady Child

Such a soft thing I am...underneath it all

...the surface that the world sees...

Armor that bounces the storms off me...

but lets them ricochet to my inner room

where that small child...me...cries in the gloom

So injured at the injustices of the world...

the bleeding soldier...the hungry little girl

the war torn lands...jungles and doomed sands

Diseases and hunger plague us still

and so it seems they always will.

Crooked politicians and social leeches...

delivering with a smile...lie filled speeches

promising all...yet doing naught to ease pain

…personal gain is their only aim

There’s polluted oceans and newly dead fish...

Soon all mothers will serve an empty dish

Social prejudices and daily injustices

can dash a child's joy...like a broken toy

'Don’t hang `round that dark-skinned boy'

It is not supposed to be this way

There has to be a better way

I wish for a world where all can survive under the same sky

and soft old lady children will never have a reason to cry.