WHOSE NAME WAS NOT RELEASED

by

Ronald G. Auguste

" ... and a juvenile, whose name was not released...."

And thus, they lay the ground work for the beast.

Why can't those fools who run our system learn

That Flame -- not SIZE -- is what makes fires burn?

That LITTLE fires -- if we don't contain --

Become resistant both to sleet and rain?

Is common sense one of the gifts they lack?

Why don't they flog themselves? -- it might come back.

Why can't they see -- for Heaven's sake in Hell --

Both teen and adult onslaughts make us YELL!

Some juveniles are mean -- it's not their age!

They're born to be like Brutus on life's stage!

You let them go, to hone, and to pursue

Their base intents.... Tell me, what will you do,

When they are grown, and worse in every form?

Older -- as young -- exceeding all the norm?

Will you go back into their younger days,

And flay yourselves, since you ignored the ways --

The proper ways! -- to treat those evil souls?

Will you go back, perusing all their scrolls,

And flay yourselves, since you'd have brought such pain

To all who bled? ... for you were stupid; vain?

Why won't you see some youngsters are just kinds

Of Mindless Beasts, and you can't change their minds?

You cannot make the truly blind to see!

You cannot build up Moral points for free!

Why do you think that you can change the fate

Of Apes, who deal in Ignorance, and Hate?

Pardon me! No! Not you! The Apes, I mean --

I hope you Apes can somehow read between

The lines I wrote, and know I use your name

Just 'cause you're close to us.... Yes ... I feel shame!

Let those who think that I'm not right -- they're wrong!

And all their crazy ideas don't belong! --

Please wear some signs -- all sorts that can be seen!

Requesting that the young thugs should be mean

Only to them! -- their kin! -- since they have dressed

The Laws just in kid gloves, for when they're pressed....

All that, of course, to all law makers, too!

I wonder what those mindless fools will do?

You, reading this, or listening to my words,

Please, understand -- my heart feeds not on curds;

But, all the while, I see my young son's blood,

Seeping through cracks in tar, to clean the mud.

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Why don't you look at A Brand New Day
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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