The Confession

I did that!!! I stabled the child In his chaste, and kill his dreams While he wanted help I saw his pain flew Before the wick act of mine Felt his field of pain I could help him from His savage time under woe But I show no love I could make a spark Of light made a difference But I was too sloth He wailed with strong pain That I myself felt his wounds But I was still numb He was a gold child ‘Cause of his youth or future Of change, the oil o’ it I should help him ‘cause In my times, I was in his Place, and eke hurt I had all to help Him, but I ignored him. It was my dark eyes… Whatever his pains Were, I had the hands of pelf For I show no clack Thus, he died under My sight indirectly for People, but me – no!