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Hey grownups
I don’t want your world
I don’t want your crazy wars
I don’t want your gold and silver
I don’t want your shiny coins
I can’t stand your golden calf
I don’t like your silly games
I don’t want to play
no more
I am off, I don’t want to stay
.
.
.I want to run away, go back
Be child again… forever
I want to hold my broken heart
Glue it back together
Paint it all anew
With a brush and splash of tears
Fill its oceans, wash the sky
Colour a rainbow all in between
.
.
With my doll holding my hand
Run towards the edge of the world
Where heaven dives down to kiss the earth
Near the bush where sparrows pray
There I’d sit calmly and wait
Until its all over
and grownups are no more
.
Come little children with Jasmine hairbands
Come pray… Come play hand in hand
Sow your torn hearts and dry your tears
Claim your voice back and sing with me
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Filed under: heart songs, soul songs | Tagged: children, soul escape, wars |
Poetry for Palestine 
What a beautiful little child. With words to match. Thank you.
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