The Wanted Children
There's a group of people in this world, you know.
Well, never actually in this world.
They've never seen a man get shot down.
A corpse burn.
A child cry.
A bomb destroy.
A homeless man plead.
Blood trickle from an open wound.
Blessed, are they not?
But then again... they've never seen...
A movie that made them wonder.
A book that made them believe.
A mom that let them lick the spoon after snack time.
A dad that would watch hours of Peanuts with them.
A puppy lick their sticky fingers.
A sun set over the honey-coloured eye that watches over us.
Cursed.
This group of people are not dead, but are not living, either.
This group of people are considered "people" to some.
But mere organisms to others.
This group of people...
Their hands will never hold another.
Their eyes will never cry crocodile's tears.
Their ears will never hear "Green Eggs and Ham" read aloud.
Their hair will never come loose from pigtails and braids.
Their noses will never inhale the scent of Grandma's cookies.
Their mouths will never speak the words "I love you, Mama."
Their torsos will never whip around in circles for hula-hooping contests.
Their legs will never dance in that first ballet recital.
Their feet will never walk the ends of the earth.
Their toes will never wiggle or be compared to Daddy's big toes.
Their lives will never be lived.
Who are these people? These phantoms? These spirits that never survived, but never truly died, either?
They are everywhere. They are in the flowers. The moonlight. The stars. The sun. The clouds. The simple pleasures of the world are but ghosts of these people.
They watch over the wanted children.
So I felt emotional, okay? And extremely pro-life when I wrote this.
Ebony the Peacian Vampire: Pro-life, and damned proud. mrgreen
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