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The Childrens Time to Play

Poetry By: mkkrinler

This grew pretty dark, pretty quick. There's a message in there, promise.

I hope to hear your thoughts on this one. It's probably good for a few debates as well.

You can join the conversation at my facebook page Krinler Literature!

Hope to hear from you!

-The artwork is note my own-

Submitted:Feb 18, 2013    Reads: 61    Comments: 19    Likes: 10   

The parents decided it was the childrens time to play

Out from the closet and the long nights finally out into day

The children blinked at the light and and had never knew

There was better than shag carpet the grass green and sky so blue

Two hugged and pointed at the sun

One took off for the shade at a quick run

In the light they saw each other for the first time

At first this was good and everything appeared fine

The parents attended to their affair

As one child was found to have different colored hair

It shined and glowed in the light as gold

It was not brown like all the rest had been told

The first rock thrown was a miss

The second struck like an unwanted kiss

The children fell in with rock and sticks

Until the golden hair lay still from their jealous kicks

The sun was bright and they now enjoyed the air

Everyone the same everyone fair

They learned how to play a game

For a while content to all be the same

At last one found some mud

And painted it on his face and called it good

All the children wanted their own mask

with mud moss and earth they set to the task

The sun stayed out and high in its place

When it was the biggest child did not like anothers face

Through several games the smaller was picked on and beaten

Until they finished a game and the small never stood up again

The boys played rough games on their own

The girls talked about each other in a cruel tone

One girl made clear her mud was the best

She with the worst was thrown into the river to rest

In the hot sun one child grew tired of the mud and games

With water he cleaned his face and said the others were the same

The children did not like to be pointed at and called fake

The child was chased up a tree and lost for their vanity sake

The sun sank and began to turn to red

Many children were missing or found dead

It was decided the children were no longer to play

They would be kept in the dark never to see the light of day


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