A child's lament.

By Gener

The words we say, the acts we do
They say define our being,
But wait til' you hear the folks declare
You are a child that's all.

You can't explain nor try to go
We tell you what you are,
You cannot like, you should not lie
We know the things you do.

In truth the child sees beyond the rule
And lives only by the love he's shown,
He brats away and spoils dad's days
'Cus he learns the angry way.

His tears are dry, his palms are closed
His jaw locks into rage,
Yet his heart melts for the pet he strokes
But his eyes shut tight for a bully's prank.

The lovely curls of movie youth,
And dimpled cheeks that also smile,
Are boon or bane that's hard to take
In simple minds of kids that fake.

Without yet a voice nor face to show
These tykes will be hardened to grow,
But the hardest pill there is to swallow
Is the babe in the womb that's doomed for gallow.