I sit and watch the kids at play,
They seem to copy the news today.
I sometimes wonder what they think,
When they're sitting down to eat and drink.
Do they dwell on blood, bombs, and guns,
Or the breakfast, lunch, and dinner buns?
I hope they hear the other side...
Seek freedom and never again hide!
Copyright ©2003 Pene Burkey
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What a wonderful sentiment! ! I really realized what a different world my kids are living in when my daughter told me she expected a bomb threat at school today because it was 4-20. (I had no idea that meant the day to smoke pot) Very scary place they are growing up in. This poem was nicely written. Sincerely, Mary