A KIDS WORLD
We, the Kids of the world, saw God and she looked just like us.
So we have been thinking. Should we tell the Adults?
We have been sworn to keep her secret sacred in our naivety.
God is Santa for the grown ups, shall we squeal?
We are so scared that if we tell, they will smack us.
We had a dream that we were having nightmares.
Our local churches are abusing us.
Stealing our pocket money every Sunday.
Robbing us of our sweets and games.
Should we spill the beans to the Adults?
We are so scared that if we tell, they will smack us.
We had a dream that we were having nightmares.
The Power of God is with us, the Children.
She is the fear and the glue that binds.
The church is a place where the Adults adore.
How do we tell our secret of what we have seen?
We are so scared that if we tell, they will smack us.
We had a dream that we were having nightmares.
The church makes them feel safe: theatre of the mind.
Being betrayed and robbed makes them feel safe.
Kids Against Church Abuse, maybe that will work?
But we, the Kids, are worried we might offend those
less thoughtless than ourselves so we hold back.
We will be having nightmares forever and ever Amen.
© Joe Pollitt, 2010
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