los ninos

behind my smile there are tears that flow unseen, not from

my now aging years and the pain in my hips and back

but from the anguish in the hearts of incarcerated children

who dreamed, only, to have some joy in their youth of years

so I awaken from my sleep in the middle of the night, it is

of you i reflect upon with angst whilst hearing cicadas calls

and i know if your thirst is not quenched or empty, bellies not

being sated, just know my heart is full thinking of you

mine eyes never sleep

so i ponder while I wait to close mine eyes

to sleep and hopefully dream of pleasures

in the mind and of the body, whilst i reside

in this world

though, lately, because of a disheartened soul

that is frayed by the caustic flailing’s of those

wishing to do harm and disrepair to the young

and the innocent, i cannot lie still and rest

we, who still have hearts that care, who in the

midst of aridity still dares to speak out for those

who are victims of his and their evilness; one with

fascist fists, others for their silence and enabling’s

and so now, with great displeasure in my heart i

close mine eyes to attempt to rest and dream of

what may come when i awaken; that the broken

hearts of separated children from mothers will no

longer be