By Anonymous

Once I was used as a toy, a boy’s little friend
The laughter of the child, the gentleness of the hands
It understands
happiness of the child, compared to humanity

But not on a launch pad to another country
the cheering as I go off
No longer on a nice gentle breeze in the air
as I sail on the clouds
the rough hard hands they had used to slam me together

If they expected so much then maybe it
wouldn’t hurt to be a little kinder
To make me a pathfinder
now my destination in sight I wish I could

Stop
or stop humanity, the terrible people who
have all power
I want a child’s love or compassion but
No!

The shrieking and crying they had
cheered when I went up
they had cheered to hurt innocent souls
to hurt
to hurt
to hurt
I don’t want
to hurt