By Christian Valerian, Trinity College Student
Mama… tell me a story… Where does it begin? Where does the water go? Why does the light sphere get angrier? When the dark gets colder? Mama… where are they? The creatures I used to see The trees I used to climb The smell of fresh air The green lands I grew up in The smile I… Mama… Why are you crying? I can hear you… But the others… The noise got them Mama… please stop crying… It pains my heart to see you cry Mama… I wonder why… Why the others keep looking down…. Is it because of the noise? Why is it so… Mama… Where are you now?