Children Should Rule The World
I feel death when awaking in the morning
I’m shown images of death which are highly concerning
Why do I see these moments of hurting
Which can only be seen in black and white?
The answer to save all is given to me with purpose
Words placed into a sequence, designed to nurture
I don’t need a superpower
Or a spaceship that shakes the ground to make people nervous.
I see young children in the gutter
Among the grey pavement and black butter
Still with death – lying fully clothed
With dirty skin and a story to be told.
I see a man who can change the world
But it won’t be easy when visiting the underworld
With freedom comes more death
With smiles will come gravestones
With change comes soft hands holding onto to diamonds and pearls.
The change is coming
The change is becoming
The change is happening
So the children can rule the world.