Happy children playing ball,
A joyous image for one to hold.
But playing in cemetery grounds?
Where restless souls can now be found?
Children of five and six I saw,
Making cheery noises, that children do.
Driving by the scene, lost in thought,
The image struck me, socked me to the core.
Our hearts have grown quite cold with time,
Children begging in streets, doesn’t strike me down.
But amazement grows in this heart of mine
At joyous children in the cemetery ground
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© Sherine Meshad, 4 Jan 2006
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