Children Who Have Disappeared
© Surazeus
2018 05 28
The laughing children who have disappeared
into the shadows of our glorious empire
will know the secrets of our labyrinth
that we hide behind patriotic hymns.
Who can write all their names on city streets
with chalk that marks where their bodies have fallen,
the nameless children who have disappeared
when their parents were deported from Heaven?
I see them everywhere I go each day,
the happy children who have disappeared
when they walked the waste land to paradise
from the desert to work in shopping malls.
I would sing the tale of every lost soul,
how they escaped control of the drug gangsters
and came to our land seeking liberty,
but no one knows names of the disappeared.
I hear their voices in wind blowing trees,
I hear their singing in rain falling bright,
and I hear their stories in swift ocean waves
that never cease reciting their lost names.
Why tear young children from arms of their mothers
like Nazis did at gates of prison camps
before they exterminated the Jews
because we are not Nazis now, are we?
Where are they now in the maze of the desire,
the care-free children who have disappeared
behind the Looking Glass of Liberty,
and can you hear them calling out for help?
I want to help but I am stuck at home
because I must work to pay bills each month
and buy food to keep my body alive,
yet I will remember the disappeared.
Those people who tear families apart
do not represent my America,
yet they commit these vile crimes in its name,
so how can we unite to stop abuse?
Though some lament America has left
the rules of decency that we once valued,
yet we will write with our inclusive deeds
new tale of a better America.
I stand alone in rain without beliefs
because all I once valued are but lies,
but I will build more realistic beliefs
to enforce moral laws I know are true.
How can we all join together and search
the vast maze of buildings across our land
to find the children who have disappeared
and reunite them with their families?
© Surazeus
2018 05 28
The laughing children who have disappeared
into the shadows of our glorious empire
will know the secrets of our labyrinth
that we hide behind patriotic hymns.
Who can write all their names on city streets
with chalk that marks where their bodies have fallen,
the nameless children who have disappeared
when their parents were deported from Heaven?
I see them everywhere I go each day,
the happy children who have disappeared
when they walked the waste land to paradise
from the desert to work in shopping malls.
I would sing the tale of every lost soul,
how they escaped control of the drug gangsters
and came to our land seeking liberty,
but no one knows names of the disappeared.
I hear their voices in wind blowing trees,
I hear their singing in rain falling bright,
and I hear their stories in swift ocean waves
that never cease reciting their lost names.
Why tear young children from arms of their mothers
like Nazis did at gates of prison camps
before they exterminated the Jews
because we are not Nazis now, are we?
Where are they now in the maze of the desire,
the care-free children who have disappeared
behind the Looking Glass of Liberty,
and can you hear them calling out for help?
I want to help but I am stuck at home
because I must work to pay bills each month
and buy food to keep my body alive,
yet I will remember the disappeared.
Those people who tear families apart
do not represent my America,
yet they commit these vile crimes in its name,
so how can we unite to stop abuse?
Though some lament America has left
the rules of decency that we once valued,
yet we will write with our inclusive deeds
new tale of a better America.
I stand alone in rain without beliefs
because all I once valued are but lies,
but I will build more realistic beliefs
to enforce moral laws I know are true.
How can we all join together and search
the vast maze of buildings across our land
to find the children who have disappeared
and reunite them with their families?
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