Shoulder to Shoulder {A Miscellaneous Midweek Matter}

Laughter. Cries.

Games. Chains. 

Loved. Abused.

Free. Trapped.

How can these two lives

Both be lived through child'e eyes?

How can they keep going

Without even knowing?

They grow older,

Shoulder to shoulder.

Finally they look around,

The other is found.

Now aware that life is not fair

How can they not care?

How can we keep in stride

Knowing that the other is trailing by our side?

How can we turn our heads form the abused,

From the used?

How can we shield our eyes from their lives?

Or cover our ears from their cries?

How can we know

And go about life like it is one big show?

How can I?

How can I turn a blind eye?

How dare I.