Frozen fishbowls
trapped in time.
Feathers flutter, perpetually,
locked chicken coops,
roosting hens.
Baby carriages lost
on steaming city streets.
Oriental masses
gathered 'round hissing woks.
Fish heads browned in boiling oil.
The masses shrug,
exspendable children,
forgotten in wicker baskets
that are sodden with rain.
Soft soiled blankets
with embroidered designs.
Left on government steps.
Cities of children sleeping
on cold orphanage beds.
Sobs in the night.
Some babies sent away,
too many forgotten to count.
They join Neverland
where they won't grow up.
That's too long to live.
Mugs of Ramen warm small hands,
stringy noodles, gristly bits of meat,
all mixed in a greasy broth.
Two nations of street children
that never get older.
Succumbing to the molester's hands,
pirates of forbidden objects,
sold children.
The cruelness of Neverland
staining white sheets of innocence
that cannot be washed by time.
The lost boys and girls
that will die young.
Peter's funeral
is just forgotten.
Gold trophy winner
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