By Holly Chandler
Date: 24 June 1997

Are the children innocent?

Are all the children innocent?
Does the tiny raindrop that
Disturbs your silent peace
Slowly drive you insane?
Is it just me or am I
A loner sitting on this
Hill above a den of iniquity?
How can I stand anymore?
I’m too weak...
I’m tired of being the only one with guts
To take a stand.
Why can’t someone take
their place beside me?
Or is that an impossible request?
Bequeath my ashes to my guardian...
And to hell with the rest.