To chidren everywhere; abused by family, governments and religions.

[pinerow]

Just Can’t Do It Anymore
Ramon Pinero 05/14/2004


Just can’t seem
to bring it up
cannot seem
to reach the
point of
outrage.

Everyday
some child
somewhere
cannot be a
child.

They grow
up
too fast;
and those
what don’t
end up
in a
tiny
box. A
tiny, tiny
little box
sometimes
no bigger
than
a
shoe
Box.

When they
don’t
starve
they are
made to
be human
cannonballs
shot
through the
the reality
of
war.
The reality
of
life.

I just can’t
seem to
do it
anymore.

Can’t look
at
those
beautiful
brown,blue,
green
hazel
eyes staring
into nothing
as they look
right past
me
oblivious
to
their
surroundings;
Their matted
hair
the dry
chapped
lips
that seem
to cry
‘Help me
ayudame.’
‘Socorro’
knowing
full
well
that help
is not
on the way
and the
good
guys
look the
other
way.



The Calvary
has run
roughshod
over those
tiny
little
bodies
and
no one
is
wearing
a
white
hat.

I just
can’t
do it
anymore

If there
is
a god,
Where the
fuck
is he!

[oneighty]

1. Nice pinerow

I have seen them. In fact I got two of my own. Grand children.

180

[JitterbugPerfume]

2. Me too pinerow

Me too

[Droopy]

3. You right with a lot of emotion, pinerow

And I think that's what makes for good poetry. If you can make someone feel something, I think you've done your job as a poet.

[pinerow]

4. Thank you...

nt