Do children sing?: A poem 

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Do children learn to sing? 

Do they sing into the evening? 

Does the chorus of little hatchlings 

has music after the maturing? 

Do children know laughter 

in playtime and thereafter? 

A surfboard on bubbling froth 

Or is the tide all too short? 

Do children think of the future? 

The currents of a four-dimensional picture 

Corpses after youth’s departure 

Souls scavenged by materialism’s vulture 

Adulthood utters, mutters and stutters 

Goodness locked in throats of raspy gutters 

Instinct swamps integrity with greed of hell 

Morality congealed in veins like gel 

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.

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