All of us, every one
A little daughter
A little son
Lost and alone in playground fright
Because the bully’s threatened fight
Is held at bay if we comply
But if we don’t, he’ll make us cry, or even maybe, make us die…

And so we travel through the wheel
Round and round, for our next meal
And add our value, our fair share
All while ignoring who we are
And on this ever-fearful run
All of us, every one
A little daughter
A little son

Just wanting playmates, peace, and fun…

Perhaps another lifetime, or maybe this one.

~JV 2-20-17

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