Namesake

Namesake

A Poem by dangerbooze

We are called children
Why is this so?
They say we are too young 
To understand life's ebb and flow

We are lead on by false dreams
Clothed in promises not meant to be kept
Fed tablespoons of fabrications
With no choice but to accept

We experience the same pain as adults
Delude ourselves with wishes
To seek the fictitious Wizard
And escape from Wicked Witches

We are said to be pure
Yet we know hatred and despair
Through abuse and loss
All under their care

We have subconsciously known
The question is quite clear
Just who are they assuming
Is the true child here?

© 2010 dangerbooze


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dangerbooze
Find your own conclusions to the meaning. I'd love to hear them. =]

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They say children are children and can't possibly feel what an adult feels. However, the adults are wrong and children feel just as much as adults and they face the same life challenges adults face. Therefore, the true child is not there. How could the innocence of a child still be present with such a corrupting world? That's what I got from your poem. I read it twice :) This poem is amazing! Oh and I hope I'm not too far off of what you really meant for this piece to mean. But how I explained above is what I got from it. Again, great poem! :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Children are not as pure as we would wish they are and they are not kept in a bubble which means they also see the ugly in this world as well. They see so much more than adults realize, even though they were once that age.
I like this. Good job. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow, this poem can apply to all people on so many varied levels. This is quite a gem of a poem you have crafted. I enjoyed the flow, the message, the voice and the style. Well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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They say children are children and can't possibly feel what an adult feels. However, the adults are wrong and children feel just as much as adults and they face the same life challenges adults face. Therefore, the true child is not there. How could the innocence of a child still be present with such a corrupting world? That's what I got from your poem. I read it twice :) This poem is amazing! Oh and I hope I'm not too far off of what you really meant for this piece to mean. But how I explained above is what I got from it. Again, great poem! :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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wow..that's really good!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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