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Release the Kids


Rusty Broadspear

And the kids skipped happily
A score or more, linked arms,
Fresh laughing faces, a happy throng.
I watched from afar, held back,
Powerless to inform, reform,
As they sang the Right and Wrong song.

And then they sat in class
Mindful of their regulation education,
As birds swooped by high windows.
Sun's rays missed their tiny features.
I wander mindlessly with futile smile,
Stoop to pick, crush, a dying rose.

And as the kids knelt in Church
Impatient heads, curious, as to the time,
Turned and turned, whispering words.
And I, the vicar of this parish, sympathised.
From the pulpit I saw the light...... they needed
Freedom from all... were seeking... the flight of birds.

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