A sprightly dash of yellow and green
Fills the charming meadow
The sun weaves a golden mesh
And life does it endow
The bees fritter from base to base
Working their task at hand
While the birds soar up high above
On a wave from the magical wand
So much laughter so much joy
The children come down to play
Among the flowers and down-like grass
Their tired bodies they lay
But grown-ups don’t like what they see
“Our children will just while away
It is imperative, to shackle them down,
This indulgent meadow must we flay”
Then they come with sickles and hoes
And rip the meadow asunder
The soft grass bleeds till it’s no more
And I stop to wonder
“What is with grown-ups and good things?
How can happiness bring them pain?
Why would they wreck havoc on innocence?
And treat me with disdain?”
I will stop the joy pouring out of the sky
I will stop satisfaction peering from the ground
I will bring in the rank evil thistles
To grow in their gardens and around
To those who punctured me and laughed as I bled,
I always loved you and was in good faith
But you did me wrong…oh so wrong
So now brace up to face my wraith
I can hear screams of my antagonists
But mercy I cannot bestow
I must purge my lap of their abundance
And wipe their sweat off my brow
Then I’ll bring back the smiling flowers
And the bees can work again
The children can play sans inhibition
And there’ll be no more pain
