• Children Cry
    With misaprehension and quiet despreation

    the children cry for paints and mother goose

    For the simple joy of fantasy and creation

    withheld due to society's enforced poverty

    the hungry child cry's out for stimulus and milk

    and withers slowly into a dull shell of a man

    Magic dreams crumble as human reality intrudes

    and shimmering fantasy fades to lustreless grey

    Childhood ends with the death of such dreams

    flown away upon intangible invisible fairie wings

    why oh why do we stifle and still such beautiful

    wonderous childishly glorious dreams

    trade paint for pain and unending labour

    and pretend its glorious and fine while