Venture into my pain if you care

Venture into my pain if you dare.

see what others see and feel as we feel

speak our words and feel them Rumble from your breath,

face the dark colors of humanity,

see the results accomplished by greed,

how malnourishly we feed,

anoint yourself in humanity,

poverty is neatly pressed.

wear the uniform of poor,

as you pedal over puddles,

accumulate pennies

gather aluminum and plastic bottles in trash bags,

ride the Metro,

see the children full of dreams streaming from their eyes,

Beautiful Smiles that Echo lifetimes

see them play and watch them grow

witness them emit that glow

that gives life to the dead hours of unfulfilled dreams that lives in you.

Water then and teach them so . . .

Stare into them, love them slow,

then, suddenly, let them go

into the Mist of gunpowder, sirens.

into that noisy silence,

for you must spend your days and hours and minutes

and your health is felt diminished

and your years have turned to minutes

only minutes you enjoy

and see glimpses of your precious

little girl or little boy

they no longer care for toys

they no longer seem to care

since you are hardly ever there

they developed other interests

they no longer have the Glow.

but you have to work and slave

to afford a lonely grave

What about the years and years of ourselves that we gave . . .

Venture in my pain if you care,

venture in my pain if you dare.