my world, (by Ben Nuttall-Smith)
i want to grow up in a world
where little birds nest in the trees,
i want to feel the breeze
and taste the cool clean air
i want to walk down by the river,
see the moon among the ripples,
count the stars and smell wild flowers
and know i'm free.
all my neighbours would be friendly;
they'd be white and brown and black,
and i'd know each name
and show them that i care,
i want my children…
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