By Mark A. Leon

Where have all the beautiful people gone?
The arms of the Lord have closed and the blood drips between the fingers
Oh, father
Oh, mother
We looked to your spirit for guidance; protection; salvation

Offered a world of plentiful bounty
Invited to a village of beauty
Led into the darkness of mischief
Masqueraded jesters laughing
Forced to dance with the devil on a floor of fire and disease

Where have all the beautiful people gone?

On that playground of love, I used to know, showered by raindrops of honey
It was a place wholesome and pure

Promises made by many
Realities kept by none

Innocent to invincibility
Forever, was our motto

Blessed by the sun
Cleansed by the ocean
Guided by the sprinkles of stars
Tickled by the wind
Hidden by the playfulness of darkness
Cuddled by the snowflakes
Nourished by the berries of a fertile land

Where have all the beautiful people gone?

Friends sworn by the union of a pinky
Pledges of eternal fortitude
My buddy, my soulmate, my everything

These were written in the fairy tales
The chapters of our childhood bible
Read to us every night by the safety of your voice
Words of kingdoms and princesses swept away to a land of happiness
Treasures we held close to the heart
Bonds never broken

Where have all the beautiful people gone?

War decided by a card flip
Fights ending when we rolled to the bottom of the hill
Arms raised for hugs
Daisies more powerful than bullets

 

Where are you?