Sheath that sword used
To cut down the aspirations, hopes,
Of the innocent children who
Dare to dream.
Let the wishes roam free--
Free from the burdens of reality--
So as not to be weighed down
And lose the ability to fly--
To soar--high, above in the sky.
Free the minds of the 'mature'
And recognize children for who they are:
Miracles from God, Marvelous joys,
And open those fists into a caring embrace.
Society condemns the innocence
As moronic naivity
And uses everything in its power
To beat the ignorance out of the child.
Every cruel word--
Each hurtful thrust of your voice--
Can never be mended,
And will continue to bleed.
The blood will eternally stain
The child's immaculate white shirt,
And the child will grow weak--burdened--
From the anger and hate in society.
We, the 'mature adults,' remove the stained shirt
And wave it high like a golden trophy,
Proud of our accomplishments of
Destroying uniqueness--purity--of
Throwing the once-free child back down to reality.
Author notes
~The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves, until one day there are none
-Memoirs of a Geisha
Option 1
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I do like your poem it holds much truth to it. Children learn so much hate and have so much fear in this world of this world it only takes a second to destroy a child so many people do not get that it is very sad children are not little adults they have their own way of seeing and doing things that we may not understand but it makes sense to them anyway thank you for your entry into my contest and speaking out be well.
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Fantastic. It's so true and you say the words perfectly.
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You are really good at getting a point across. This is really true. Some children still dare to dream, even underneath what they have to do. Put on a show of perfection for adults. But when some lay in bed at night, there dreams take them everywhere.
Really nice take on the promt. Well done. Good luck in Mommy's contest.
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This is very well written and an interesting take on the prompt. Best of luck in the contest.
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thats brill
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