The fear of judgement makes life harsh with pain.
The eyes that spy, the words we spoke in vain.
When we age we have a wider view
We’re not so strange and not so very new.
The dream of being stuck at school once more.
Where teachers power extends right to that door
We’re imprisoned to maintain a safe society;
Creation from the young is jeopardy.
We protect ourselves from children’s open minds
It’s we who’re frightened and we make the bind.
It’s the eyes, the thoughts, the innocence we fear.
Their assessment of our very hearts endures.
And they are frightened by the Judge we haul
To destroy or mould the newness of their calls.
Till in a mirrored palace we display
The heads of those who wished to change our ways.
Children need protection from the strong
But we , too, need protection from their songs
