Children

Something one thinks of
Never with any laugh
The life a child tends to live
Of the affection one needs to give
Playful little balls of life
Knowing not of every deadly knife
The little tears they shed
Their life has too much blood
Sorrow not stress invade their mind
Innocence, theirs is one of a kind
Give them no chance to fear
Show them who to value so near
Very sweet soft spoken things we see
But we plant their egoistic tree
While we work them stiff and tired
We are stressed out trying not to be fired
Slowly one looses their happiness and
Turn into solemn fixed iron bands
Their hearts are easily broken
Their loosing their youth is their token
Of living a life so demanding
But I would stop this commanding
Enough is enough leave them be
For after changing them they can‘t be free