The beginning the middle and the end, and
it ain’t you, they are heaven they are angels they are smiles, no poet writes
about them either no feedback from the source, they don’t read before the age
of two, on hope they wait and they are
patient, they are the children of the earth. Mothers have support children
benefit the most, it’s wrote to you in this little note to remind you of that
most famous of quotes, blessed are the children and blessed are those that
spoke and blessed they are.
Born into love as it was once known, raised
in a loving home, as it was hoped, till the western society turned them all
into little consumers and into little dopes, as companies globally target their
emotions first with the money then with the hope, now they act like little consumers
can’t wait to get to the shops, while adults play with the emotions of life
itself, children.
So what happened to the emotion known as
love, how come we watered it so much,
I don’t really belong in this world, anyone
with an excuse better speak up, it’s
not a case of my child it’s a case of what
happens to the rest. Blank, I thought so it’s
not my fault, I’d no time, I’ve ..got a lot
in my head but I’m so busy thinking of myself
That, I don’t have time for anything else
Why do so many women carry the burden
alone.?
we grow with time to learn something while
busy mothers struggle to pay bills, child grows up in the arms of strangers
even circus animals get their thrills, and they get fed a good education as
well, while all the time love weakens and weakens, you can’t be serious he
said, so what happened to love, the pure emotive version not the Hollywood fraud
and all the rest, where did it go somewhere else.
National rebellions economic strife years
and years of legal theft, wars on the verge of commencement many more in
motion, more planned and on the shelf, nothing is sicker than the ocean, that
grows toxic by the day, water once clean
crystal and clear only a dream or a bottle away, and the continued abuse of
young children toddlers and babies as the
abuse of women holds sway.
God is a farmer that I am sure, how do you
think he’ll feel, it could be a woman as well by day how about two, but the
love harvest is at an all time low and we’ve got to makeup, take another prozac
bully your neighbour as well, since the kids arrived how can peace survive when
I used to be the one, yeah, that’s it, the one, my life, my car, my career, my
health, at least you can surf the web if still insecure.
God can’t come up with answers to the
pleadings he hears every night, unless they come from the heart there is no
light, no getting away either from the question he’s going to ask you, did you
do for love and why is it so hard to hear you, your heart, God listens tired
sometimes from all the excuses, he’s a father a mother too, but what’s going on
for far too long, is going to bring a great change.
but it’s beginning at night from all the young hearts still right, that
suffer by day and in quite, I’ve got to act he says, soon I think if I’m right,
so what is your excuse for allowing the greatest emotion tether on the brink,
while our so called leaders shrink from all their sworn duties, but then again
don’t you love surprises, when is the last time you saw an elderly couple on
the street, a loving look in their eyes, on TV most likely. But don’t worry
about the state of tomorrow or the day after, this world is still evolving, let’s
hope we stand together like they do when there is a great tragedy, let’s get
smart and avoid the trauma, let’s make it Christmas day, everyday…
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