The book had been speaking
“By the volumes” they said
….Not by it’s words
But what readers read
It laid on lifes table
For all eyes to go see
But opinions run deep
Over ‘what’ things could be
So it was cut and divided
Until it’s new self was shown
….It’s only ‘a mirror’
But cleans up what it’s grown
Three little wishes
Were thinking that day
….”How long has it been
Since hearing somebody say……”
And “Our whole life” they cried
….”Or did somebody’s maker
Not tell of us – and lied….?”
“Of course” they all reasoned
Or how else could they know
That wishes are made
Based on ones that don’t grow…..
Hello from back home And the family you know Greetings to all With this message bestow
….The kids are all healthy And some finished schools Some are at war Because we can’t follow rules
Your cousins in prison With awards to his name “A model” they call him For his own given shame
And your uncles are busy Keeping fires they’ve lit Which holds others out -Though still poor we all sit
And your aunts and your nieces Have all…..
It was a little too disturbing To see the things they did For no one needs to listen To the lies that also hid…..
It was a little too disturbing Not to feel disturbance too When you see the problem coming And the actions we’ll go through
It was a little too disturbing Unless someone needs to know…. The things that we will look at To assume that’s how we grow
It was a little too disturbing To have the…..