Trapped in a plane of glass

Please shatter my release

Does anyone understand

In the end, the heart’s song is all that’s heard

 

Don’t remember regret

It only lives for the kill

Gnawing razor-sharp teeth

Brings life to a halt – we stop expecting anymore

 

No one sees beyond their own withering nose

Hear only what we want

Life is a result of our imagination’s choice

No one understands anyone – not even self-aware

 

We all want what we can’t have

Gluttony slowly rots our brain

We forget we are all filled with pure light

If we only touched with hands of saints

 

I am a withering leaf on a tree

Soon the wind will take my soul

Soar freely from the world I know

A world that’s blind to people like me

 

I stood in line for the third time today

To eat and sleep I adhere to such ordeals

I have only known life as a refugee in my own placid land

To the world outside, people like me don’t exist

 

The poor are people too or have we forgotten such facts

We have turned life and death

Into a faceless debate between politicians and the rich

I know who truly occupies the throne

 

I am too young to ever be heard

I will be dead years before I even reach the age of ten

Every day I pray I’ll live again

In a time and place where everyone cares

 

Will someone tell me who sees

Tears on the face of a motherless child

Never knowing the infinite warmth of love

Never once feeling the true touch of God

 

A Note from the author:

I wrote Tears on the Face of a Motherless Child after looking at a picture of a young homeless girl - dirty and alone.

Copyright © 2016 by John Mallozzi