The Children are Just Playing


The children were playing.
In the park. In a garden.
In the room. On the train
It takes just one sentence
For trails of witch-hunts
And ‘At Ease, Soldiers!”
And flashy fast mob cars
Or taking a briefcase to work
Or teaching a class full of kids
Or creating legions of spacecrafts
Or a paint-set of flying angels
And glow-in-the-dark monsters
And picture cards and nursery rhymes

It takes just one sentence
For tea parties and life-size dolls
And coloured paper trails
And balloons strewn across the floor
And skipping rope or jumping puddles
And paper boats or various balls
And pretend-weddings
Or shopping for thin-air groceries
Or killing terrorists behind trees

It takes just one sentence
For everything to fall apart
“Where are the children, did you see?
It’s almost time for dinner”
“Wait a moment, they are right here
They are just playing“.

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