Where Is The Child? 

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 Not enough time, not enough space,
Time is short for the human race.
To much need and a greed for power,
Is turning the world and the human race sour.

Where is the child of long ago?
He was born to be and not to know.
He sleeps in a cradle, a miracle, born,
His innocence waning, with each new dawn.

He quickly learns in this world of sin,
The purple power is slithering in.
No child is born with a cruel streak,
That trait is nurtured week by week.

Where the law is not to punish the child.
And the child is running free and wild,
His innocence gone through television,
When commercial break brings indicision.

Colour or creed can cause disruption.
Terrorist bombs are our own destruction,
Oh where is that babe of long ago,

Is he driving the car with the bomb below?

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        Copyright March 2004

         Carole A.M. Johnson