The Fatherless

The Fatherless

I wonder if it would have been better never to witness
The tears that streamed from twenty-three pairs of innocent brown eyes
To leave the pain to those children alone who suffered,
Mourning and belting their cries

I wonder if it would have been better never to know
The injustice that strangled the hearts of glowing smiles
To abandon the scene as though it were fine,
Subjecting their purity to two too many trials

I wonder if it would have been better never to hear
The stories of rejection from the mouths of the fatherless
To dispose of the hurt like trash in the wind,
Searching for something other than forgetfulness

The truth will set you free
But first it will make you cry
For those who have cried far more tears than you
With far less years lived through
I’m left only to wonder what it feels like
To live with one pair of innocent brown eyes
Mourning and belting my cries