Treasure Island

Gengis Capote

(October,27,1968 / Havana, Cuba)

It will burn till it burns no more, for


It will burn till it burns no more, for
to make a virtue of necessity
one must use the key of abandonment
it's the lesser of two evils
to let children play..

So why do we chastise their ignorance?

Once! ! We were rebels to obedience?
force fed fairy tales
to keep us at bay..
now old and witty we know best.

No one lives in the closet ready to get us,
they are in the world around us,
friends, families and strangers..

So let children be children,
playing their rebel games
for as long as they can,
for they too will learn as we have.


It will burn till it burns no more! ! !

Submitted: Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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