As I see on the TV the little children dance
I realize in my heart the world has no chance
victims they are of the adult mind's greed
whipped to grow up forced out of seed!
As I see on the TV the little children dance
robbed of innocence in make-believe trance
I realize in my heart once childhood is obsolete
the world will go down its doom will be complete!
As I see on the TV the children in vulgar jig
their parents dreaming they'll make it big
I realize in my heart in this game is no win
the child will soon stand on dead dream's ruin!
As I see on the TV little children's face
skewed and twisted in rouged distress
I realize in my heart too high is the cost
when growing up is catalyzed childhood is lost!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/make-believe-24/
