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These Little Ones

These little children seen around Have something in them mysterious That thing adult cannot understand ‘Cause they are too child-like to impress These little children play and conflict They cry, get angry and mourn in unison Yet a thousand times they love and play Even when conflict has been too much These little ones so licitly seen around Ideal values of community they hold But adults ignore them as childish things Yet their power of community is broken When a child talks adult is just amused When adults speak child just wonders Although rubbish things they could be that destroy power of human community

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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