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The Eyes Of A Child - Quintain
I would like to see the world once more.
Through the eyes I had as a child.
Eyes unsullied by hatred and war.
Eyes reflecting the soul inside.
Eyes behind which a lie cannot hide.
To see the world as if it were new.
Would that not be a fine thing?
Open mind, open heart, learning all anew.
No malice, no prejudging.
No cold assessment of the value of everything.
I see the world now, new coloured.
Shades learnt, built on predjudice.
Now Alladin, exotic, full robed.
Has the colour and form of a terrorist.
His pretty wife and family, a rats nest?
I cannot return to the childlike state.
In a world filled with colour and wonder.
My own children, slowly, learn mistrust and hate.
And that a Christian should love his neighbour.
How can we do both? Ask your prophet or saviour!
