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Kids at play

Have fun each day,

Regardless of difference

With those with whom they play,

There’s no judgement

There’s no division seen,

When does this change

It’s so wrong and obscene,

That such purity can be corrupted

And replaced with hate

And the fun dissipates,

And the innocence vanishes in the mist

Of time and the child will now exist,

And tainted and spoilt

As if polluted and poisoned,

And the playing is replaced

By the anxiety caused by this loss

And that will ferment into anger and violence

That will lead the world into silence,

And the carefree child is replaced

By more confused brutal human tyrants,

Who tries to change society their way

Full of xenophobic, divisive, toxic types that bay,

For a brutal world of war and violent displays,

To prove they are more powerful than

That child who once used to play,

Carefree and joyful with all that came their way.