The Adults Are Singing
Lydia Ra | Poetry
Mother, mother, aren’t they so sweet?
The cotton candies on the street
The pink balloons that take my hand,
Flying! up, above my head
But something’s strange—
But something’s wrong.
The fancy candies in the shops
Sing together a sickening song
A song of greed and cunning smiles
Where children die and blood runs vile
Screams awake and counters ding
Faster, faster, still they sing
Video games and Chuckey Cheese!
Fairy tales where no one sees
Its backstage where the wicked dance
Wildly like a puppet show
And ten years past, I jump alarmed
To find my fingers tied around
The puppet strings that enchanted us
Calling out to children!—hush.
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