Sinews

Children robbed black-heartedly
by the sellers of wasted hours
cannot be given back their
drained, dried and desertified
rivers that are no more.

The television and computer came
like a plague from the inside
parents bought and sold the time
their children never spent playing
games to build a place to hide.

All the art and music squandered
burned to the god of the gadget
sacrificed on the altar of fidgeting
will never come back but please wonder
could a new generation fix it?

When the children are allowed to be young
the learned can pass on their becoming
there may be no angels only a sinew of
angelic nerves between the mind
of the high god down in cascades to
the pillowed eyes and red voices
of our girls and boys.

The pirates who have been profiteering
off their little boxes of wires
put out so many little fires
the world now smokes without hearing
without seeing without creating.

Be a mother intolerant of poison
be father with a deep reach
turn off the digital itch
and wander up forested snowy canyons
hand in hand with the future.

When the children are allowed to be young
the learned can pass on their becoming
there may be no angels only a sinew of
angelic nerves between the mind
of the high god down in cascades to
the pillowed eyes and red voices
of our girls and boys.

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