Human in Form
Eyes cast on Cruelty, bent in childish form
Hunched over Seared with Pain, how to speak of a heart torn
The wait of no questions that come, for answers we long to reveal
The tragic gap, the greed of a 'humanity' - oh how it burns, oh how he steals
No bricks to build in this garden that is the child's wall, seeded by a scarcity of which a minority affect the all A back turned on a letter that asked to be found, futility now formed by the shape of silence - the child - breathes
