You have eaten it all

Every crumb of bread that should feed a nation

Crippled the dreams and aspirations of the young






This child whose smiles you’ve turned into a casket

He’s “happy” in all his sadness

Feeble in all his chaos

Serene in all his fortitude

Social in all his solitude

Friendly to his darkness

Smiling in his tearful face

Plant a seed of hope in his darkness

Wipe his tears and dress him for a throne

Illuminate him from fears and educate him

His talents are trees

His smiles are freedom

His heart is youthful

His being is promising.