It Is When We Play Poem by samuel nze
It Is When We Play
It is when we play that we know
Who is angry
He keeps his face like excrement
And says nothing good
It is when we play that we know
Who is sick
She drones and wants to put
Her head on my chest
It is when we play that we know
Who are wicked
They make us cry aloud
And do not play at all
It is when we play that we know
Who are part of us
They smile like we do
And sing like we always do.
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