Two Children I see
Playing in the grass
A crossbow in hand
Too much time to pass.
They meddle in life
And love and glory
Seeking to find
Life's true quarry
What they do not see
Awaits them soon
A world of hurt
A world of doom
But let them play
As much as they must
Before facing a world
Full of disgust
Now the world can be great
This is known to be true
But it can bring sorrow, hurt and pain, too
But what I see now is craftsman's clay
Destined to change the world some day
They see no pain nor hurt or anguish
A beautiful world is something they languish
And so they shall have what their heart's set in stone
A chance to live happily and make the world their own
To live free from Sorrow and Sadness
To escape the world's unlawful madness
Playing in the grass
Two children I see
Yearning for a world of happiness and glee
Because the world is what you make it
I hope you can see
You must face it up front
Only then, will you be free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
happiness and glee, good writing, thanks.