The Games You’re Playing

Dear little girl,
go back to where you belong,
where you play house;
stop the games you’re playing.

You might have been cut deep
been crying in your sleep;
no need to drag more kids
in the play pen.

Some boys are wounded,
their hearts barely intact;
fleeing from their homes
already broken.

They may share a spot
near that little haven;
but their love you should not
be taking.

At the end of the day,
you still have a home.
Don’t be unfair.
Stop the games you’re playing

(still a rough draft
written 19 June 2015)