Why, Oh Why?

There's light from birth that life will grow and reach towards the sky
with innocence and freedom as we view the sweet crane fly.
The moon and stars will cradle soft this gentleness so young
and all the earth hums wondrous song, new branch of life has sprung.

Then why, oh why does growth become constrained and then ignored
when flickers of a dream lie dead, once ordered, now dischord.
For living will not end its path, but fight for breathing space
and stretch in searching for a home in fingered, hopeful trace.

That will to live is strong and bold and reaches sun to bloom
and even shoeless shuffles will refuse to be consumed.
What shame is this that we cannot show conscience for this state,
that has confined a home for some and inequality create.

The spirit is what cries to soar, be given just a chance
in stunted growth it yearns to be a part of mankind's dance.
At times the sighs are loud and clear as hope descends to dark,
just listen to the heartbeats as those whispers leave their mark.