The Crush

the crush.

Shall Love be gold and Wisdom be silver
And Joy be put to less?
Shall Love be freed and Wisdom e spared
And Joy be put to death?

Can a mother sit and hear
While the infant cries for fear?
Can a father chastise own's son
And not cry a tear?

Can we speak words of rage
If we have never seen the Human cafe?
Can we not dream of Future with questions
And daze until old age?

Can you hear a sparrow sing
Even when it bears a broken wing?
Can you now run and hail for happiness
If they title you the King?

If Love is gold and Wisdom is silver
And Joy is now being less
Why shall Love be freed and Wisdom be spared
And Joy be put to death?