Forgotten child of Humanity

Oh hear! My child of no one,                                                                                       My child of no where;                                                                                             In your cheeks rests the corpse                                                                                    Of a frail innocence.

Five or fifteen are you,                                                                                          Yet you run the circles                                                                                            With burdens hanging                                                                                          Heavy by your limps.   

                                             

Round and round you go,                                                                                         Sans merry, sans mercy                                                                                          No mulberries you find                                                                                          But only the crimson of blood and wars.

Oh hear! Forgotten child of Humanity,                                                                         Seasonless, timeless blossom of them,                                                                             No God cradles your petals,                                                                                     No lass stops by you.

Often torn and thrashed                                                                                          In a race run for breath, bread,                                                                                      Roots and homes,                                                                                             You reek of dying spirits. 

                                                                  

Forgotten child of Humanity,                                                                                        I see you blossom                                                                                              In the filth and muck                                                                                              Of a cold, callous world. 

   

I reckon you hold horrors within:                                                                                    Of wailing mothers and dead fathers.                                                                               In the depths of your green eyes                                                                                Hides the flame which ate your cabins.

When a man raided a woman,                                                                                      A race robbed another                                                                                           Of Love, Life and Light                                                                                          And you fell out with Fortune.

In the springs and summers,                                                                                     You lived autumns and winters,                                                                                   Falling, freezing and sinking                                                                                      Into the depths of despair. 

  

Forlorn flower of blues,                                                                                      Witness to the fires of abuse,                                                                                  Sailing seas and scooting shelters,                                                                               You grow out of place every season

Seasonless, timeless blossom,                                                                                    Rise amidst the grey like one phoenix.                                                                             One day Sun shall love you evenly                                                                                And you shall be finally belonged to:

To the springs, the summers,                                                                                      The autumns and the winters;                                                                                      To the seasons of joy and laughter,                                                                                  Of gloom and grief.

You shall be home,                                                                                          Belonging to orders and laws,                                                                                      Not of banishing you,                                                                                             But of binding you.