Poetic Child
Poetic Child
Every child is born as pure poetry.
Unwritten, but complete.
Untouched by Hiroshima,
unmasked by death.
Each child is a full-blooded poetry anarchist!
disobedient to hate,
immune to fear,
wild in wonder.
A child knows no politics,
only the sacred language of open hands and dreaming eyes.
And when a soldier sees a sleeping child,
something ancient in him breaks —
and for one holy moment,
he forgets the war.
Like a flower kills the metal,
a child kills the war.