This is just a little something I cooked up yesterday while on break. It's abit of a moral type poem.
Truth
A playground full of children
Laughter springs about from one to another
Nothing seems wrong, all are playful
In the distance one little boy sits on the cold ground.
Face turned towards the pavement
Watching it distort from tears covering his lens
The giants gather around him sneering
His small frame is no match.
Hands lift him up to his feet
They push him from one to the other
All the while saying hurtful things
Not long does the black ground become his friend again.
At this time something had changed
The boy stood back up and brushed off his pants
Than turned looking the giants in the eye
"Its not what's on the outside but whats on the inside that counts".
Confused glances were echanged between the giants
The boy walked a way not looking back
Although his heart was pounding
He knew he did the right thing.
Years went passed and the children grew up
The once crying little boy now is a powerful individual
One of the richest people around
His giants made him who he is today.
Sometimes he wonders where they are today
If they too had changed or if they are still the same
He hopes his words were effective
At least enough to help other children from falling victim to his giants.
In the morning after the headlines said it all
'"Three bodies of children found in house"'
Beside the article a picture of men in handcuffs
The giants went too far over the line.
Behind steal bars now they can think
The small disfigured boy from the playground flashed through their mind
Knowing exactly what he was trying to tell them
Finding out he was right but it was to late.
Remember not to be judgemental
Because you just might have life to think about the Truth.