Unshackled

 

Standing by the soiled street corner,

She’s beaten to the ground.

Behind the smile on her face,

Is a hidden, lifeless frown.

 

Her eyes are glazed to hide the fear,

You think she’s there by choice,

But she’s a carcass left behind,

A daughter without voice.

 

Carcasses come from all around,

Dancing carelessly like they’re free?

Suddenly they stumble, fall to the ground,

Daughters of merchants on the streets of debris.

 

Frightened inside, they cannot flee,

No one can hear their cries of despair,

They seek a savior, a chance to be free,

Bound in the chains of Laissez-faire.

               

Can you hear the cries of the lost?

They are hidden behind the graves.

In the curtains of a holocaust,

Are the babes we couldn’t save.

 

Is life too precious for one to gain?
Are we blinded from the horrors of this age?
The innocent are crying, the children slain.  

What can we do to prevent this rage?