Children's Playground

When I was at my brother's clinic, I got bored and started staring at stuff around me. =p

I caught a glimpse of our PLDT DPC White Pages and eventually stared at the cover. After a few seconds of staring, words started running inside my head and I was able to create this simple poem.

CHILDREN'S PLAYGROUND

They sing, they dance, they play, they laugh;
The world seems to be their large playground where they play like tomorrow's not gonna come.
But their playground slowly becomes junk,
For their leaders threw garbage all over the place.
Abuse, crime, negligence, corruption filled their once innocent world.
They slowly became aware of what's happening around them.
Slowly, they become like their leaders; slowly becoming what they see.
Their huge playground is becoming a huge compost pit.
Little minds became dirty, little eyes only see violence, little lips speak abuse.

Will their playground go back to what it used to be?
Can their leaders take concern on their future?
Or will they grow up, not knowing how their world will end?

They are nation's hope, but for how long? Chances are, they will become a threat to the future.
The world is for our children. Let us do something for their better future.