Child; Mother; Stranger – A Poem

Such wonder the child sees, hand in hand with his mother,
As he matches the vacant gaze of a passerby-other.
Do we remember what they see, in you, in me ?
Please tell me how it feels, to be pure, to be free. 

Will we ever regain those lasting simple moments ?
Where we abstain ourselves from unqualified judgments.
Where in the world can we find such a thing ?
Where the church-bells ring, where the songbirds sing.

Year by year the world will leave its mark,
Fate by fate the angels will disappear, hark !
Its by looking at you that innocence is destroyed,
Its in looking at me that they find their souls devoid.

Such wonder the child sees, hand in hand with his mother,
As he matches the vacant gaze of a passerby-other.
Do we remember what they see, in you, in me ?
Please tell me how it feels, to be so pure, to be so free.

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