Listen to my shiny baubled words,

They are full of the milk of human kindness.

If you in turn, 

could look away,

Doing me 

An honoured favor.

For my Actions,

My actions

Are curdling,

Unpasteurised,

Slowly turning sour.

Turn away

From the eyes of children,

Silently begging for love,

Reaching out 

As a flower

To the Sun,

For the milk of human kindness.