The Games We Play

Sweet lullabies as the tree begins to rock

Oh how the baby cries

Some wonders if it will stop

For the wind it howls

As the leaves begin to fall

Oh the bough wants to break

Oh will the baby just fall

These are the stories

The terror

That we all grew up on

For they are short tales

When we are older we ponder on

So why is the child in the tree

And did the baby get hurt

The silly terrorizing things

We sing with horror conflict and hurt

Just as depictions of London Bridge

A game we all played

Ring around the Rosie

Deathly Lil plagues

For once a twisted tale of horror

Turned a lullaby come true

Tales and songs of misfortune

Childs play as we all sing the same tune

So listen closely children and have eyes and mouths sewn shut

For the songs of misfortune

Sad Lil deaths turned into ghosts

And rise up

For singing a song

Or even hearing a tale

Like the brothers Grimm

It is fascinating when we are little

But when we grow older

We think

What the hell is this shit..

(C)A.R.D.{2017}