Time for thought

Children

we’ve all been there

we probably witnessed grief

we may have seen  some animal abuse

no matter, how brief

we may have  seen dissection

or possibly much more

but did it register to the extent

it got into our core

and sat there kind of festering

until there was more light

some opening, some expression

clearly then finite

exposure is a course away

its internalized, and we

kind of bottle it all up

until it does break free

and in that powerful thought process

some deviance occurs

some anti social miasma

that kind of well just spur’s

us on to try out new idea’s

and recall the hurt we saw

does it, would we do this

would we experiment what for?

children may have distinct thoughts

but why would we create

a platform for abusing

why would that dictate

an action from us based upon

something  in our past

some psychotic trigger

where a die was cast

children do some nasty things

to insects, so they do

even perhaps to pets sometimes

this concept isn’t new

varying souls were sacrificed

perhaps along the way

but does this lead to

worse abuse

what does the future say

watching abuse and knowing

and hearing and feeling it too

has it all been locked away

where a silent avenue

not trodden by the soles of man

for a decade maybe two

then forced into the limelight

to be whetted by the   dew

by a mishap that occurred

a snapping of the fingers

resting on a word

that woke the latent soul up

that forces springs to sail

remembering

where in lies

that  coil about to fail

abuse of animals or of children

come into our thoughts

pathological insights

like electrical current shorts

that send the sparks a flying

the, after shock that’s great

the perils of remembering

why we had to wait

a child may just consider

the abuse that he witnessed, and

never considered it right or wrong

nor dared to   understand

a time for thought immeasurable

others to look and see

and surmise the child was carrying

a sort of latency

fashioned on past moments

stored with ill aplomb

a slowed gait to delineate

perhaps the ticking bomb