For All The Little Ones

[Darren White]

I copied this one too from the member side.

For All the Little Ones

I have no fatherland
or motherland
only barbed wire
around destruction

where we play

a wretched child-army​

dressed in frazzle​

and grime in our curls​

words become song
grey gains color

it's
the way we speak
and gesture
how we move

here are my poems
watch them, they're intricate dances
steps transformed to stanzas

I sing our song to be free
find our cantata in a poem

an elegy from my fingertips
for you
and you

 

[earlybird]

here are my poems
watch them, they're intricate dances
steps transformed to stanzas

Thank you Darren White for inviting, through your poetry, us into lock-step dance with you. Your "elegy" is heard and honored.