The Children Of Time.

The road never changes
Only the seasons
The ghosts pass by
Murder at twenty three
Adultery at twenty one
Produced a son
The madness at thirty nine
Twin sisters
The children of time
Twenty four, they would scream
The hanging w***e
The road knew more
Number one seen all
Predicted the fall
The great and the good
Misunderstood
The road was the end
The very end
She screamed at number five
Number four knew why
It was her time to die
The children played
At the gates of time
They would sing their songs
Like the nursery rhymes
Twenty three and twenty one produced a son
Cried the sisters of time
They knocked down her door
Killed the w***e
Killed the w***e
She saw the crime
Just in time, to scream
Why, oh why
She had to die
She had to die
The road knows why
The seasons pass by
The seasons pass by

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Whoa! This is powerful! Your lines are sketchy yet intense. As I read, I was getting a series of memories conjured up by your raw details, reminding me of lost souls who touched my early adulthood, these ones on the way to being more & more lost, while I was just passing by & dabbling in an optional down-and-dirty stopover. There are so many of these children of time . . . you nailed it with the haunting tone (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Mrudula Rani]

The children of time forgotten by the society.
And then they become completely invisible to the world !!
( your poem brought to mind, the very sad saga of what is happening to the children in Yemen... one can only watch in horror and lose sleep over it).

[Paul Bell]

Yeah, Yemen is just the practice ground for western hardware. Hows this new President of yours.

[Mrudula Rani]

He wants visit Trump , on his first trip as soon as he takes charge!!!

[Paul Bell]

Hero worship going a bit far.

[Mrudula Rani]

Exactly!
I hope Trump isn't going to spend his summers here.

[Paul Bell]

You could build a wall to keep him out.

[sette]

the reality that time indeed pass us by so swiftly and a lot of things happened and very real...

[Paul Bell]

it's a cruel world out there.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

People reduced to numbers and only the numbers seem to remain with time. (Shakes head) After all the horrors they went through, they deserved a decent funeral.

[Paul Bell]

Man, what did I do with that spade.
Probably want words said as well.
Wonder if I could write nursery rhymes.