Wonderful words, scintillating sounds --
Welcome to the amusement grounds.
Faces fill spaces,
Smiles and jeers;
Crying child
Filled with fear.
Money makers, feelings to spare;
Take in the suffering, look at them stare.
Mangled mass,
Shattered glass --
Crying child
Filled with fear.
Headlines hawk a new tragedy
Ripped open for all to see.
All have paid
For money made
From a crying child
Filled with fear.
Where has the man gone?
The one that protected and chided,
frightened and guided.
You are nowhere to be found.
I keep watch over a stranger.
A machine made man,
who does not know that I am here.
Unspoken words still cling to the air,
screaming to be heard,
soaring instead, out the window
to lay broken on the ground below.
I turn to see your cold, gray’d face
And wish that I could join them.
Do you remember the time, when everything seemed perfect and real? When all the smiling faces seemed sincere; where every sunset wa...