teen poetry contest

how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
in the dark and peace of my final bed
afraid no more, i say
did you ever see an alligator
old wine to drink
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
when freedom from her mountain height
sun and wind and beat of sea
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
she knows a cheap release
high-born race
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
little park that i pass through