The Carrousel Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Love makes this old world spin around
like a ride on a carrousel.
Even though it could end all wars
it hasn't worked so far too well.

Even so it has made martyr's
who from love have laid lives down.
And the greatest of these died on a tree
will return wearing a crown.

A young child out on a playground
will run straight to the carrousel.
But he always wants to push it first
while other children gleefully yell.

He will not care about color,
or even give a thought of race.
He will not care about language,
for the speaking is on their face.

Let's learn the lesson of the carrousel,
and the children who play and run.
Until they are taught prejudices,
and their natural love is undone.

To all my friends and family
and to others I don't know so well,
it's you who spin my world around,
for you are my carrousel.