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I realize in my heart once childhood is obsolete 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