Inspiration

Children less than the age of  responsibility

Roam the forgotten street

Searching tirelessly for a nest

To lick their open wounds

Bleeding endlessly in mind's eye

They see the families with their warm food and electricity

Peer behind the window of an unanswered door

Love is but a broken dream

Collected in their hands

Kept close to a shattered heart

Covered by only cardboard and a lost sweater

Tattered in holes and dirt

Why me Why me Why me

I would expect to see in thought

If I am a child of yours

Why have you forgotten me

As the world has

I wouldn't blame them for hating

For seeking vengeance on a world with no heart

And a God that tossed them away

But even in the shattered pieces

Of a heart torn apart since memories made

I find no such darkness

Hope

And comfort

From a father that cries the same tears

That feels the same injustice

Keeps the children's dreams 

Far away from the blackened air around them

They understand it was not him

That allowed their beds of concrete

They understand it was not him

That labelled their life as trash

They know without words

That everyone has been given choices

Choices that have molded this world

And their life as it is

But Hope

Stands steadfast

And love still flows in a broken heart

As our father keeps his arms tightly around them

They can feel him with each breath taken