do you see god
or do you see paradise
what do you see in
these little balls of
crystal..disguised
as eyes ,,,dead
logs of hope
burnt dried
what is it
that the beggar
kids eyes hide or
is there something
tantalizing inside
as a photographer
i read poem novels
stories of pain in
every beggar kids
eyes ..i saw truth
filled with lies
i saw a mound
of godliness
lord of the flies
riding astride
deleted dreams
a page that would
not open access
denied ,, dead
bodies fallen
by the wayside
