Toys and the like

Dolls and such as these shimmer through joys and laments for a thousand real and imagined childhoods

The teddybears picnic in the woods – toys stuffed in the houses around our neighbourhoods

And one day aware suddenly of fellow children who had no toys and only imaginings of such happy-making objects

And again later of little ones with no food and only tears for salt

The lament

Could we have an existence
Would the puppeteers let us be?

We looked to the galaxies
No security was our recompense

We had been normal
Now, now we were strange

We were strangers among deranged
Treated like shazbat by the media fraternity