Saturday, March 22, 2008

Hide and Seek

I lived on a plateau
with the kids of the plains
played till the moon rose
never knew any pains

They hid in the shadows
and I called out their names
they showed up sometimes
Oh those lovely games

The huts had no lights
save for the lantern flames
and before the sun rose
The beams of the goods trains

Crickets and birds
Chirped in the night light
We knew no reason
No sins and no Fight

And then

The kids of the plains
Went hiding someplace
Now I call out their names
But they left me no trace

Not by the boulders
nor behind any door
and there is no sign
Of those days anymore.

I call out for them
But my sounds die in the noise
of money and sinister
And they dont hear my Voice

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