Pradip Chattopadhyay

Veteran Poet - 3,219 Points (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Make Believe


As I see on the TV the little children dance
I realize in my heart the world has no chance
victims they are of the adult mind's greed
whipped to grow up forced out of seed!

As I see on the TV the little children dance
robbed of innocence in make-believe trance
I realize in my heart once childhood is obsolete
the world will go down its doom will be complete!

As I see on the TV the children in vulgar jig
their parents dreaming they'll make it big
I realize in my heart in this game is no win
the child will soon stand on dead dream's ruin!

As I see on the TV little children's face
skewed and twisted in rouged distress
I realize in my heart too high is the cost
when growing up is catalyzed childhood is lost!

Submitted: Thursday, December 26, 2013

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  • Rookie - 10 Points marvin brato (12/27/2013 11:22:00 AM)

    Very true... if only parents see their children's innocence not the profit, perhaps they will not be possessed by greed! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,496 Points Lorraine Colon (12/26/2013 4:07:00 PM)

    You are very perceptive. It is so sad to see children robbed of their childhood and their innocence. What kind of adults will they grow up to be? (Report) Reply

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