Parents have become obsessed with creating perfect children, from expensive dentistry to playing Moart up Mum's chuff while she's preggers. But don't we owe our children a shot at happiness too? Must they be perfect little clone kids, obedient consumers not smart enough to question anything.
I was passing a schoolyard
in the best part of town.
The kids in the playground
were just standing around.
No girls were skipping,
no boys kicked a ball,
in their world possessions
and status were all.
It seemed something inside them
had withered and died,
those beautiful children
with no love in their eyes.
No - one was lauging
and none sang a song.
Beneath the surface I saw
something was wrong.
They had music players,
designer footwear.
The one thing that none had
was someone to care.
It seemed like something inside them
had withered and died,
those beautiful children
with no love in their eyes.
How well you point out the material world has replaced the love in ones heart and soul for all the children who roam this earth today. They really do not have anything but "things" to comfort and console them...
You certainly transmit anguish in a gripping way. I hope you saw only the superficial and that beneath the facade, modern "with it" kids like to project, there is someone at home who cares.
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What the hell have we created, Ian?
Keith
Be safe,
Karen
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