Last Litany

Child. The world is wild

it is not kind

it will not spread it’s glistening pathway so you might like.

the passage is narrow and plain

before you is a dark void

of violence and disorder that you might take

I’m afraid

 it’s not what you dream of

it’s not what you read of

It’s a wide world

bordered by biases

Scoured with aliases

and discriminations

they will scream into your ear,        

                                    You might break into tears

                                                            but they will not care.

They might shake your foundations

                                    And pump your frustrations

Until they break you

And your innocence

Into tiny little pieces.

You will become smoke.

Like I said

 Remember? Sometime in November?

                                    What you learn is immaterial

                                    to the truth.

For if you count your medals and stars

                                    And exhibit them on walls,  

But did not care

For frogs and insects and trees

And all connections of the heart

In the halls .

What are you?

                                                            You’ll be vulnerable.

The world is wide, you might get lost

                                    Into jungles of unreasonable cost.

But if you’ll not conform

To malevolent norms

And when days start to grow dim

Have courage!

Take a dose of LOVE

                        From the vial I gave.

May you find the light and better days?

                                    In doing GOOD and what is RIGHT

                                    A soul that never fears the night

                                    All these darkness that I say  

A supernova of negativity.

                                               

                                    Can Never. And Will Never.

                                                                        Exist.