The Silence in the Darkness

On the plains of Africa Animals attack their prey It happens in America At the end of every day. The play of the child Has been pushed aside Innocent and mild There's nowhere to hide Like the bricks in the road They have no rights Trampled a hundred fold As they fear the nights Little one, don't dare cry Your mute induced by fear Please, not even a sigh Not a sound to hear For the monster under the bed Lives in the other room The society in its head Feeds the hatred and gloom Brought out by alcohol The anger releases Thrown about like a doll Until the little mind ceases Like a drooling kiss The pain and fear lingers Sometimes it's fists And at times, the cold fingers And the damage done will last lifetimes And passed on to the next level In a world where nothing rhymes And silence is for survival. Just once, I would love to be placed in a room with a monster. Just once... Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 03:50 PM PST, Dwaine Nolte   13 • 0 • 1