I once had a birdie…
May 13, 2013 § Leave a comment
Children are the greatest barometer of a civilisation. Adults are merely the way that civilisation operates, like cogs in a machine, but children are the means by which it gains expression.
I once had a birdie
As leaves blowing along a path show the invisible wind so the songs of children reflect the health of their civilisation.
Who sang all the day
In happy times, children are free to play and retain their innate understanding of the world around them
He sat on my dresser
Their bustle and games parody the adult world and reflects the chaotic cycle of existence with laughter and joy.
All coloured and gay
Yet, like all means of expression, it is frail and easily subverted.
And yet, my poor birdie
What was healthy can sicken. What has sickened can die.
Stopped singing one day
There are agents that know this and, as they please, turn children against their civilisation.
The blackwings came calling
And turn civilisations against their children.
And took him away.