Environment

A child grows,
And becomes accustomed to know...
The climate of their own environment.
Unless encouraged to experience,
Exploring to adventure another.
Without it to fear yet welcome the challenge.

Too many of today's children,
Are not children to perceive them innocent.
Or needed to be protected,
From a familiar decadence openly displayed...
On both sides of a fence,
Fictioned to delude and deny...
The presence of truth to deceive and lie about.

Although,
Pretending themselves to be mentally pure.
And physically virgins.
Are the parents and guardians,
Of today's young people.
Who seem less knowledgeable of the facts.
With attempts made to prevent,
Current events to censor the reality of them.
Done to ensure the minds of their children,
Claimed weakened by too much...
Excessive filth found to find easily addressed.
Has been the reason and cause,
For their lack of discipline and shown respect.

And...
Dire is the need of more government funding.
To build 'Rehabilitation Centers'.
With TV and MOVIE studios,
Equipped specifically to film documentaries.
And musicians skilled enough to compose,
Tear jerking orchestrations.
Depicting the pitiful lives lived,
By children trained to be criminals since birth.

'Come on,
Let's be real.
Where are we going to get the money,
To spend for such extravagant incarcerations?'

Say what?
Extravagant incarceration?
Do you realize how much money is spent,
On exercise equipment.
Therapists and cable subscriptions?
I'm not finish with my vision.
Then...
Listen carefully,
We advertise the rehabilitation centers...
As vacation destinations.
That's right.
For parents and others,
Who are seeking proof and evidence...
That their investment in places like this,
Returns to them profitable dividends.
And a child to grow up to be,
Not only a best selling author.
But also...
A rehabilitated crook.
Impeccably dressed to impressed.
Capable to preach a sermon.
As well as become,
A sought after producer of acclaimed...
Award winning documentaries.

And,
All that is asked of you...
Is to think of your crime infested environment,
As an investment for great possibilities.
To bloom, prosper and thrive.

Now...
With bowed heads and eyes pretended close.
Let us pray to be divorced,
From our enforced to support anguish.
Only our children know,
It done to drive us all tormented with guilt.

'Have you lost your mind?
Are you certifiably insane?'

Ssshhh.
Know that love is a many splendid thing.
Let us all try to concentrate and pray.
Put away all mirrors that betray.
Know the devil is a liar everyday to get paid.
The bigger the lie, the higher the pay.
Beauty is in the 3rd eye of the beholder.
No need is there to talk to ourselves.
Envision and travel to worlds beyond!
Grasp your aspirations to welcome.

'And for this,
I stopped to nolonger smoke weed!
And wine to sip with a twist of lemon.
Dear Father God?
What new direction is this we take?'