Through The Eyes Of A Child - Poem by Ruth warren
No-one is bad, no danger abounds,
all is pure, no horrible sounds.
Father Christmas is real and angels fly high,
there is nothing deadly to fall from the sky.
No such thing as debt, as money, grows on trees,
they can have anything they want, if they say, 'Please.'
Food is abundant and there is no such thing as fore-closure,
they can live in the sun, no thought of exposure.
No such thing as wars, no knowlege of abuse,
if it can't be eaten or played with, for it, they have no use.
Then in one day, their innocense is gone,
they have stepped into a world where innocense does'nt belong.
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