Hush
Hush
I hear the children crying
That’s not possible, you say
The children are out there somewhere
Everywhere
Discovering the world
I know I say
But I hear them crying
Why would they be crying
You ask — and remind me of the postcards
The postcards full of colour
From places that beckoned
beckon
Alluring places with
treasures to be
found or
lost
treasures to dazzle or
blind
a hungry
eye
treasures to
have
hold
sacrifice
a life
Oh hush
Put away that drum
I can’t hear the children