Burning Children

The burden of tears

Falls in maddening silence

upon a million deaf ears.

As cries of anguish

Fill an imploding sky,

Burning children

Show no fear

As they in chaotic madness

Slowly die.

For gain

Is measured,

And fat cats of big business

are pleasured.

Oh pleasured through death and toil,

pleasured by their quest for it all.

And all at the expense of those

Who suffer in the silent pain.

For peace is no longer a cause,

Nor is it evermore reason,

To take in hand

the silent destruction

of self serving man.

As he, beneath an imploding sky,

Laughs a maniacs laugh

whilst burning children die.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004