Children of easters past

When children see only red

As the new buds of spring rise

And echo’s of screaming sound in memory

When no one is there to dry their eyes

How can you say that spring is a new beginning

And that now is the time to forgive

How can you ask the children

To put away thoughts of those that didn’t live

When your life is full of crosses

Ashen symbols on your forehead boldly shown

How can you turn your head to the evils

That for some kids is all they’ve known

When children must struggle to maintain a smile

And fight back the tears that want to come

How can you stand there so fakely

As if your hearts gone numb

They can’t touch the spring

It’s pastels and vibrant greens

These children of easters past

Who relive nightmarish scenes

To them everything is fragile to the touch

And they’ve been taught not to reach out

How can you stand there preaching good

When evil runs throughout