Lilly Emery (6 - 13 -1966 / Hollywood)
A Child Walks
A child walks along black veils covered all his little fingers,
With noise of a child it plays along the hemline of so many
Meadows of his home where he belongs;
But in truth it is them who do not want to you to see
The filthy grime that blankets the Earth;
He'd sit on logs like pulpits listen to the sermon of rights and wrongs
Its starting to be his favorite song how life goes on.
Nothing seams to matter in his little life of the night.
Put your veil back on the man cried out!
But who can help but peek when you hear the sounds of torture?
The screams of suffering and agony that you are told to ignore.
I feel sorry for this little boy;
In his darken hours he found power to say no more of his
Fathers words of pains as he walked away with that look on his face
Find God he cry's out,
His name is Jehovah and he makes way even for a lost child like me.
They are among us the dandelions of thorns.
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