Orphans in crime: A poem

Orphans who beg for dimes

become hated criminals in time

Innocents can make a noisome brew

Rats are just the lion’s crew

For, gullible are they scouted for crime

Leaves in the poison ivy’s vine

Who subverts the law and who faces it

is how justice’s dark side is dimly lit

Deeds live in homes of circumstance

Minds are compelled by the din of entrapments

Prisoners for a want of choice

Souls can be lost like broken toys

Education not punishment may judgement bring

For ingenuity’s seed is wasted without watering

Glorious blooms colour the teacher’s hearth

Like when sunlight touches the nightly earth

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms. View more posts