My Fear for You, My Son - a Poem

My fear for you, my son

while holding you closest to my heart

listening to your mild heartbeat

My fear for you, my son

Is the world turning into

a void full of people

without remorse or regret

You walk and giggle

all the pure delight shining through you

You hold my fingers tight

while exploring room to room

touching new things, objects of your fascination

dancing with your favorite nursery rhymes

and building structure with colorful blocks

you say broken words, made up words

no language puts barrier

no religion clouds your simple thoughts

and pleasure exploring the world

as it is and not make believe by the idiotic adults

My fear for you, my son

while feeding you a squeezed orange

smearing your face with my clumsy palm

that you will grow up in a world

receded to the time of medieval feuds

where the cries of oppressed and dispossessed

are laughed and jeered at with beguiling farce