Their Future Day

 

Go on,

Why ever not,

Succumb to the latest passion –

Expose your child to violence!

 

Go on,

Ask upon these casualties their age,

And when upon reply you see they hide,

Don’t be alarmed at the lie they say

To cover up the hurt!

 

Five, maybe Six years old

They say behind the tears,

Yet for all their fears,

They know the age they truly are,

Be a future day in history,

A future day,

Where upon they know they die.

 

Michael J Waite 7^th July 2013.