UNDERGROUND CHILDREN

Forgive him, children, for he
knows not what he does.


He is blinded by the devil's
need to stoke the fires and flames
and bring hell on Earth to you:
Who have not had the time alive
to be tainted with the emotive
anger to lift up arms and fight.


Wrap yourself in yellow and blue
and lie on cardboard matresses.
Heed not the empty stomach pain
or the dryness of dehydration
for this man is bringing freedom
into your crumbling nation,
in the name of some false reclamation.


To enhance his ageing image?


No, to free you from some imagined
state of being somehow mislead
by another 'far worse' ideology!


Worse than the one he imposes now
with guns and tanks and shells!


Sleep little ones. Rest easy.
Your father is fighting for you.
You may yet still inherit the earth.

 

 

© Griffonner 2022