"Birchwood Pines"

Children laughing on the playground amongst the
Birchwood pines.
Days of fun and folly quickly fading into brisk mornings of colorful SORROW.
For the autumn draws nearer in the
Birchwood pines.
Family ties now not as close,
Like an umbilical cord no longer tethered to a cellular.
The sight and sounds are ever so familiar,
Yet somehow treacherous and foreign.

But beyond the alluring beauty of the
Birchwood pines
Lays concealed the clandestine threat of MALICE.
For these weathered pillars constructed from
Birchwood pines
Have WEPT with too many a silhouetted CHILD.
Hiding in FEAR of the serrated knives they endure.
Yes, it is but a mere glare by these
Jackals and Vultures
That sends
BULLETS
of
Despair
Coursing thru veins.
With the kind of PAIN and HATRED
That will tear hearts and lives without a care.

Our differences should be celebrated,
Why are theirs EXPLOITED?
Jack and Jill's names carved in a heart upon
Birchwood pines,
the sentiment honored and treasured.
Jason and Jeff's love
TORN APART,
Their affection
Squandered and
Ruptured by the
Birchwood pines.

NEEDLES take another child away,
these days look so
FUCKING GRAY,
we should ALL BE cast to HELL to pay,
but this music is STUCK on play!

Children laughing on the playground amongst the Birchwood pines.
Days of fun and folly quickly turn to RAINY mornings of a POLITICAL RAINBOW.

To them,
Our kindness, we do owe.
By the Birchwood pines,
May their FREEDOM grow.
To them,
Our kindness, we do owe.