Playground Poem by Alex Searle

You look at the wide world
Where strong nations rule
We often forget, it all begins at school
Little leaders playing little games;
Fighting for power, calling each other names

You look at the playground
Where it all starts;
They're plotting their journey,
They're drawing their charts
Take a photograph from an aerial view
And you'll see yourself looking up at you

Split us up, like a continental drift
How we are, is how the world will shift
Generations, the future's inbound
It starts on this playground

You look at the blackboard
Always out of reach
We laugh and wonder;
What can history teach?
Duster buster, with Jonny's smart talk
Can't you see her hands aren't full of chalk?