Make Believe Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Make Believe
As I see on the TV the little children dance
I realize in my heart the world has no chance
victims they are of the adult mind's greed
whipped to grow up forced out of seed!
As I see on the TV the little children dance
robbed of innocence in make-believe trance
I realize in my heart once childhood is obsolete
the world will go down its doom will be complete!
As I see on the TV the children in vulgar jig
their parents dreaming they'll make it big
I realize in my heart in this game is no win
the child will soon stand on dead dream's ruin!
As I see on the TV little children's face
skewed and twisted in rouged distress
I realize in my heart too high is the cost
when growing up is catalyzed childhood is lost!
You are very perceptive. It is so sad to see children robbed of their childhood and their innocence. What kind of adults will they grow up to be?
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4/19/2024 7:49:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very true... if only parents see their children's innocence not the profit, perhaps they will not be possessed by greed!