Death Of Innocence

Death Of Innocence

A Poem by Riss Ryker
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A poem for the abandoned street children of Brazil.

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The child wakes amid the huddled masses, 
blaspheme for the new day roll defiantly from his lips 
as the dream becomes a fleeting glimpse of paradise. 
Reality has a hard kick. 

Like a young soldier off to fight their wars 
with visions of grandeur, strong, brave. 
The scales ripped from his eyes as his friends 
fall into pieces of sorrow, and his enemies agony 
as it echoes from the grave. 

So wakes the child, innocent no longer as hunger 
becomes the center of his universe. 
Dodging the bullets of Pest Control, 
from the ones sworn to protect. 
Sleep by day, safer that way. 

Abandoned children lie huddled tightly for warmth. 
Desperately seeking compassion, finding none but 
not surprised. 
Empty gaze from old, cold eyes. 

Then they came and bullets reigned 
hate and madness into the soft, screaming 
 children, crying for the forgiveness 
of their very existence. 
Suffer the children.


© 2015 Riss Ryker



Author's Note

Riss Ryker
I wrote this after watching a documentary of the street children of Brazil. So sad...

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Well stated. Not just Brazil, there are throw away children all across America as well. Leave them or abort them, all will stand before God one day. Valentine

Posted 2 Years Ago


Riss Ryker

2 Years Ago

I agree, Valentine. We all have to answer to God at the end. Life here is but a fleeting moment in t.. read more
Riss Ryker; Crying for the forgiveness of their very existence. How profound and unfortunately true; very well written; tears are still flowing, enough to fill the oceans, so much heartache. Where a child is born, in so many cases, determines their future. Death of Innocence...I love the title. We live in our pink houses, rows...complaining of trivial things while children are burdened every second just to survive; not just Brazil. The world has so many places; the media ignores; so we sit in our glass houses unaware. Hope many more read this poem. Thank you so very much! Dale

Posted 2 Years Ago


terribly sad and egregious .. God cries bitter tears as we fall to unimaginable depths and dark terrors .. everyday ... most everywhere it seems :(
E.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on May 14, 2015
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Tags: children, murder, abandoned children, neglected, sadness

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Riss Ryker
Riss Ryker

Amsterdam, NY



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Riss Ryker is a self proclaimed introvert, a dreamer, and believes in kindness to others. She loves to grow flowers, herbs, and hang out with her three dogs and her python named Blossom. A new writer .. more..

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