The Playground
We're in the playground
We love the playground.
Bright sun
Glinting off swings and slides
The red and green rubber floor
The merry-go-round never stops.
Happy children
We don't get old
Neither does the fun we have.
Chain-link fence all around
Beyond it everything burnt.
Survivors walk past the playground
Sometimes they stop to look in
They’re sad and tired
They stand and cry.
We are young and happy
Safe in the playground
We will always be happy here
Inside the fence.
