From behind the iron bars,
A glimpse of distant stars,
A teardrop from an angel’s eyes,
An avalanche on its rise.
A bird with snowy wings,
A bell that no one rings,
A lullaby crooned by a mother,
A terrified child who can only stutter.
The inky blackness of the night,
The tears that never seemed to subside,
Music blaring out into the streets,
Poor child staring at his naked feet.
Warrior’s eyes filled with an insane rage,
Little girl setting herself free on the stage,
Students garbed in their black robes,
Lonely woman wearing a smile that is forced.
A flower that would never bloom,
Animals poisoned by toxic fumes,
A house screaming out their absence,
A life that needs balance.
From behind the iron bars,
A glimpse of distant stars,
A teardrop from an angel’s eyes,
An avalanche on its rise.
Thoughts become things. 
Thank you for stopping by my blog, and “following”. I love the iconic photo of the boy behind bars. You have a fine photographer’s eye. You also see the pain of the world with compassion. This is a rare trait. Thank you for sharing your vision with us.
Thank you so much for the kind words. I’ll keep working harder to see world with more focused lenses. 🙂
You have a big, caring heart that sings beautifully in your poem.
I am humbled. Thank you!