i want to pick some flowers
for my mommy
that will make her so happy
a child at three
already bears a grave burden
the sadness of adults in their lives
innocently trying to help
as adults tear themselves apart
in the interest of the child
each child is a flower
blooming in darkness
children can't afford to wait for sunlight
in which they bloom even more
in the cool night air
they instinctively know
that the acid rain of tears
showering from adults above
will soon wither them to a stalk
and come morning
the cold steel clippers
of greed, control and authority
will cut them to the ground
life is overnight
there is no tomorrow
what would our children be like
if they were allowed to live in sunshine
if we cared for children
as everyone profess they do
why do we spend so much energy
building dark clouds
of greed, hate and conflict
do we want them to become like us
