Games Day Poem by binti laye

If you throw balls down the hill
With kids running wildly in the field
Balls stripped, rounds and of all colors
You will see kids alive and joyous
Each with rhymes distinct yet in accord

But if your impose rules; the other way
And drop cannons on the kids`way
What will you have to pack the debris
Of tongues torn and bones smashed?

Choices at your feet
Spur this joy
Spew fire on these fields,

Or let the kids make their songs of praises.