soften the punch of the sting of deathÖ
wrap up the world with religious breath?
there anything true a child can see
from the world of reality?
fairies, Santa Claus, Easter and prayers,
makes us think that the young arenít impaired?
away these in the true light of day,
and poverty on this Earth stay.
wrapped in cocoons of silk threaded lies
will we change, under cotton wool skies?
open the mould, blow cobwebs away,
eyes of a thought-changing gaze.
binge and the benefit mire,
cringe and the alcohol pyre,
in a week, in a year of no change,
thoughts in our minds we donít rearrange.
the goodwill, interpret the word,
our own hearts, escape from the herd,
truth to our young, teach passions of fire,
in the conscience of human desire.
good to be born, to be fed, be clothed,
well, to be loved, to be betrothed, †
is it more that we wait to have done
in the warmth of morning light sun?
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