You! Useless thing, 'go and exhume their bodies', so they shout,
Thinking she will be a child for life,
Forgetting years go by and a bud become flower,
And flower, a fruit that is important for the hunger,
So is the young soul,
Left by death,
Left to know the real hearts of men,
We are all the same, thinking for ourselves,
But little for others,
That's why the vulnerable suffer,
Without a pillar to hold,
Only God is a comforter,
The rest are clowns,
These! In reality are never alone,
They are fathered by I AM.


© Geoffrey K