Sticks and stones

Scarred for life, for the age, it has started,

Young and naive, adults thought of reprieved,

Nobody's cognizant of the sticks and stones,

That has warped a child's mind and bones.

The world has developed but will it change?

    For a soul that has been broken,

    For a soul that has been pure,

        Will they make things happen?

For a lamb that has lost its way,

    Will it recognize the path it has to take?

        Can it change its way to be with the flock,

            Or stay and be mad that this has to be mocked?

The tears fallen and innocence destroyed, 

    Violence has taken over, people are annoyed,

        Violating others in exchange for pride,

        But still wondering why their nights are filled with fright.

        

Victims must make peace with their fear,

    That it will come but needs to be dealt with, 

        That the sticks and stones are now a myth,

And animate a world of happiness and gifts.