Daddy's Little Girl
There she stands
the picture of youthful innocence
half of her face bright with childish curiosity
but the other half is mangled
stained purple and black
red tears weeping from her cuts
behind her stand the mangled troops
using their broken arms to protect their battered
faces
from their 'loving' parents
the air heavy with the weight despair
shattered hope littered across the ground like
broken glass
she whispers
please don't let him hit me
her voice a gunshot
in the silence of the subject
her little voice grows louder
ignoring the pain in her protesting lungs
and pushing past the fear
that lurks near her heart,
waiting to pounce
the chorus of tiny voices crests over the ears of the public
each terrified plea
condemning us for our laziness
our apathy
our hopelessness
I join her and the crowd
lifting each child above the black fog and hatred
pushing them toward the sun
There she stands
the picture of youthful innocence
half of her face bright with childish curiosity
but the other half is mangled
stained purple and black
red tears weeping from her cuts
behind her stand the mangled troops
using their broken arms to protect their battered
faces
from their 'loving' parents
the air heavy with the weight despair
shattered hope littered across the ground like
broken glass
she whispers
please don't let him hit me
her voice a gunshot
in the silence of the subject
her little voice grows louder
ignoring the pain in her protesting lungs
and pushing past the fear
that lurks near her heart,
waiting to pounce
the chorus of tiny voices crests over the ears of the public
each terrified plea
condemning us for our laziness
our apathy
our hopelessness
I join her and the crowd
lifting each child above the black fog and hatred
pushing them toward the sun
