Childhood sees between the cracks
Blocks of lies the adults plant
Distracting people from their deeds
Innocence has courage still
Led by values pure
Tarnished not by nation's pride
Free from biased creeds
truth of a child, like a layer of ashes between the two volcanic ages stays intact with time...only it changes hands. Life comes a full circle when we grow up and become adults....your poem is as sweet as you are
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I would like to translate this poem
Well written well express good job