Perfect World
There was no
childhood illness
to take them
way too young,
a land where
happy was the way
and nursery rhymes
were sung
Child abuse did
not exist and they
never had to be
afraid, their smiles
brought more warmth
to hearts than the
sun had ever made
Now I know
this was just
a dream of my
mortal mind
but I beg you
teach children
no hatred,
rather simply,
how to be kind
If you do this
one thing,
I am sure we
will all see
a better world
before us, the way
it really should be
Lynn West
(c) 2013
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