Where Have The Children Gone

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By Loneliness is condescending •

Searching through abandoned playgrounds Deep within forgotten hideouts Wandering a blackened hall Seeking out the mounting sound of rage Desperate seek out the callous Simple tune, uprising hatred Moving on, these are our ghosts of souls long forgotten I keep searching Soft whispers flirt with thy ear Somewhere behind safely locked doors giddy laughter rises Peeking through the keyhole seeking light Tapered teeth with forked tongues Spilling fictitious lies Moving on, growing weary There’s a small group of children huddled round Holding hands crying for each other Singing loudly to their god Palms pressed to the window Listening to their cheerful voices May I join them? Wandering back down darkened streets The mist erasing any sign I was ever there

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February 22, 2006 18:38lost the lonely dead

the children are lost im afraid in a strange world....its interesting to look back at the way things were and then look again at things now....the only children left are at youngest teens and even them well....