Children should be seen and not heard
Lest my secrets, icons, flattery, be revealed
I’m grown so tall and heavy; magpie bird
My land, house, car, partner, wealth, future sealed
Fantasy is my island, I am buried in my screen
Earth scoured; trees, crops, animals, coal, gas and oil
My weapons of war annihilate; desolation my dream
With Las Vegas riches, comfort; watch all other’s toil
Let me ring those bells; the angels get their wings
Messages fly through the ether; spread across our lands
A Wonderful Life, Auld Lang Syne, this whole planet sings
Our children, now they’re seen and heard, holding hands
©Christopher 2022

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