CREEPING SAPLINGS
In our orchards,
The childhood is creeping,
We are burdening,
Them,
With our ambitions
We are expecting too much,
Our cruelities are insceasing day by day,
The childhood is disappearing,
Save childhood
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Great write in a compact verse form. Food for the thought. a 10.