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.