The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Apr 20, 2006
Bleeding Child
The world is busy,
Busy with the noise of bleeding child.
The blood has been clotting for hours.
The child is the victim of command;
The bleeding child is going to welcome,
To welcome the world of infinity,
The infinity of peace.
It is the supreme world of the universe,
The belief of the bliss of death.
Now the sign of blood is fading into night.
Nobody knows what goes —
What goes to the value of life?
Life is precious enough to build —
Only Mom knows.
Life is busy enough to build —
Only the soldier knows.
A battle; thousands of lives change the dynasty.
But destiny!
It's only for the mom.
The world doesn't feel it.
The world is busy with the noise of bleeding child.
