with a stirring of the thoughts in my mind alone I reached out to you
I stopped your bleeding and bandaged the wounds on your back and feet
From my plenty I fed your empty swollen belly and brought back your strength
I held you close to my chest and soaked up your tears with my shirt
With my words I drove the demons from your head
I brought back forgotten summer games with all their innocence and laughter
At my hand the blood of the fiends that rob the beds of your brothers and sisters wets the sand
By means of distraction alone my heart withdraws from you
Your wounds grow swollen and green
In the absence of food your tiny frame grows thin and frail
your tears turn sand to mud as they flow freely from your pleading eyes
Your tiny hands are stained with the blood of your brothers and sisters at the voice of your self-proclaimed fathers
Innocence raped away by blind hate blackens your daydreams with nightmares of the screaming dead
My self-indulgence closes the blinds while your body is thrown into a hole outside my window