The Death of Innocence

The sky is crying pain and rain 

To mourn the loss of morning suns 

Someone’s to fear the thrashing cane 

Befall the flesh of innocence 

 

The toil of Day and Night his share 

Be they unfair, without a fun 

For Boss is there to bestow care 

By keeping count of work undone  

 

The sweat without a place to flow

A fervent pot of rising steam

Below the skin it daren’t show

No one is told of evil scheme

 

The child is dying fast and hard

The sky will mourn the loss of sons

Someone’s to hold the cane apart

Before the death of innocence

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

From your first word to the last, you set out thoughts, meter playing at least two sides of language. Seems you wanted to slowly build up to your final sad as sad stanza, Louisa. Each of your poems has its own special tone. Thank you so much for sharing. Stay well, keep safe.

[Louisa Chan]

Thank you Emma for your sincere and detailed review. I wish you a nice, quiet evening that belongs to you.
Take care,
Louisa

[emmajoygreen]

My pleasure. I will return, promise. Stay happy.