Suffer The Little Children

he stood there on the forest wall
staring at the stars that fall this time of year
living through all the fires that call
we hear
speaking words that flow silently beyond
all that we can and will respond
to
over and over
again we come to the reason
conclusions of the season to you
spiritual words make no sense anymore when these things
appear
we do so revere these words
these chilling thirds and fourths
as they course through the bloodlines
our voices hoarse from crying
screaming at all that bring the dying
the only eye left is blind to the world
the suffering
justice no more in light of pale chanting
women bloodied and laughing
muddy waters rife with death and drugged children
left with emptiness and gun control
all we think about at night is
when will i die
when does this sick cycle send us forth to send the returner
the curtain caller
the dark fantasies of pale courtesans and opiates
dark dealings in the corner of copias
dystopian wonder is all
that’s the real concept we cannot will not shall not
give not want not understand not what you don’t got
close the door on the future and end the program
the rich get poorer each day as the poor bring calamity to the door
and hey
walk on that line of chalk as you trace the words you caught yesterday
the doors you open every day
will break before you get to May
goodbye and die and again and again
the earth is sorry my friend
we’ve lived and died in a world that won’t try
we’ve kissed the sky with our moonlight cry
all the while we’ve nodded in unison
shaken heads at the human clutter
broken our bread with the gods of society
these gods they stutter
let go and be gone from the cycle you make
only then will you listen to the words that will quake
in the minds of the wondering
the hearts of the needy
be still and fall prey to all that is chill
be strong in the night for your family dear
be cool in the school that the drugs cannot near
then you’ll get it
then you’ll stand trial with the people who let it
the people who got it but couldn’t be gotten
the men and babes that let the chaos cave
the order craves
be still my son
be calm and run
go be free good child with the daughters
the animals and callers
reappear as we once did my dear
find the place we call the land
and maybe then
God will understand

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