Your World. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Your world is full of games,
playing sometimes with a balloon.
You do not really know,
what is happening or the ruin.

You notice little things,
like your Mam being sad.
But most of your days,
are really not so bad.

My hope for you my dear,
is to have your dreams fulfilled.
To live in a world of freedom,
where your hopes are not stilled.

A world were you have freedom to speak,
and say how you really feel.
To be able to go where you like,
And not have to deal.

For my childhood was full of days,
playing in the warm Irish sun,
Now I look around,
and wonder what they have done.

To a fine beautiful land.
A land of Saints and Scholars.
But they are only ever interested
in property and the worth of the dollar.

They have sold our dear country and their souls to the highest bidder.
And now we have a land of worthless elites and unrelenting fibbers.

So my darling girl, play as much as you can.
Play in the sunlight and let its warmth touch your cheeks.
I have hope in my heart,
that we will eventually get rid of the creeps.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .