Blind on Purpose

If I had known how much suffering I would find

As I encountered lovers and friends

If I had been aware of the torment in their lives

Which would lead so many to seek an easy end

I would have asked the gods of man for something else

In a city of the East, with little to go around

Poverty and pain, distrust and civil unrest

I would beg for repreive, for these people to be found

By the natures of man which seek to do only the best

There is no reprieve for a child in a cement version of hell

They live in fear, and come from broken homes

Some orphaned, molested, beaten or sad

The trauma, like a victim of freedom's drones

Is never anything but bad

The eyes of the tormented cry out for help

It is in our nature to provide help when it is asked

But when begged for, we tend to try and deny

Blind on purpose, and as the children cry

The villians in a cheery smile are masked

Our neighbors are different from the stories they tell

If I could change the world, and the people in it

I would protect the children from those who only destroy

Remove them from war, rape and relent

Against those who abuse the children like a child's toy

We will never escape the prison we have built for ourselves

When the time comes that we are faced with the sins

Of those who would abandon the children to lives derelict

We shall mourn for the crime that always begins

With the crime of premature neglect

And the sins of the fathers upon the children will deliver us to hell.

But when Pandora opened her only prize

And released all the evils unto this plane

Despite the torment, abuse, and lies

Hope was preserved, and is always the same

If I could change the world, I would make the children well.