Little Boy Still
Little Boy Still
Every morning, awaken
a burdened heart
the news the news
that mad man’s news
He craves attention,
doesn’t appear to care
if he scorns the world
or it demeans him
provided his scowl
is splashing the screens
What happened
to this man, a little boy
still, held hostage
by his tantrums,
his craving for care?
Poor thing.
Too bad the buttons
to destroy us all
are at his fingertips
when what he needs
most is tenderness