The Midnight Children
In this black and darker night
When solemn hearts have gone numb
Masked faces with mascara
Are seen with manicured claws
And pedicured ten toes
They are walking wild in violet steps
And skyscraper heels
Marching down the market square
In search of their soul mates
Friends the sale of God's temples.
In the pitch dark they are
Some footfalls advance
Towards them like thuds
Their soul mates are here
Knowing what to give
And what to take
Like lambs led to the slaughter
Off they follow to the wild side
Where they lose fouled souls
As they eat the sound grapes
Hidden under their skimpy roses.
In the pitched dark they are
Other footfalls appear
Mightier than their soul mates by far
Their missions are interred with their deeds
Which in their hearts
Are engrossed as tales
Told, for their seeds to bewail
Boots and finger marks enshrined
On their bodies like scratches from hell.
Their peacock dresses are in shreds
As their cries like their pleas go unheard.
In the pitch dark they are
Other footfalls advance
Towards them like the wild
Seeking to take away
Their breath but not their bread
Which turns ashes in their mouths
As their freedom tonight of a spell
Is not in their hands to take
Some nights too damp to cheer
With no breath enough to share.
In the pitch dark they are
Falls like rain and pours
Their skimpy roses drop with falls
Like vultures bedraggled on twigs
Their hands wrap bodies from chill
Too cold their hearts have stiffened
To eavesdrop on the morning cry
But they are the Midnight children
Whose only hope of redemption lies
On the Scarlet's bind that flies.
On the window wall of Jericho.