Through bars of hate.
An innocent child,
A victim of this world,
I had no choice,
I was born to this.
Judgment had already
Infected the minds of these people,
Selfishness had already
Grasped its death-ridden claws
Around the hearts of these lost.
But I,
And a few other
Humble children
Closed our eyes to see,
Released our lives to live,
Laid before these bars of hatred
And blessed their poor, foolish makers.
So because we did not fight them
Becoming one ourselves,
We’ve fallen prisoner to them.
The makers,
The true victims of evil,
Shall survive for long years.
But, the dear sinners,
They shall never live.
Us children,
Prisoners,
Shall struggle just as hard
And leave this earth even sooner,
But we,
We shall live.
Why would we
Choose life over survival
If our lives are so much shorter,
So trapped,
So painful?
If you see us,
We’ll show you.
We’ll show you in our actions,
That we know,
We know a precious secret.
We’re always yelling,
Preaching our secret hope to the world,
Beyond these bars,
Beyond this hate,
But still,
You sinners,
You do not hear,
Though you may stop to listen
For hours and hours
And you may pause to think,
Time after time,
You don’t understand.
So you come to us
Wondering,
You wonder our secret
And have to see it to believe it.
You still don’t understand
For all you see
Is that we have a secret strength,
But you can’t see where it comes from
So you leave in anger,
Calling us fools,
Closing your eyes, your ears,
Your hearts,
In frustration.
All the children weep,
Weep behind these bars
Surrounded by this cold, hard prison.
We weep not
For ourselves,
Our circumstances,
But for you,
For you dear,
Foolish hearts,
Which refuse to crumble,
To crumble so they could
Both see and hear at the same time.
So they could understand
And feel our secret
Flow through them
Like a cleansing rain,
A blanket of reassurance,
A secret hope,
A secret strength.
I look to you
Through these bars of hate,
An innocent child,
A victim of this world.
I had no choice,
I was born to this,
To this never ending need.
This need to tell you,
To show you,
That it is you who lies
In a cold prison,
And it is I who looks
From outside to within.
Age 15