Why is it so complicated?
this life?
Why can’t everybody be the same?
happy?
I often hear of strange words
Words like hate, jealousy, war
I hear they mean bad feelings
Mum said we should never play with other children
That their parents hate us, that they are jealous
I don’t know why she said that
Because they laugh with us
They play with us
They give us some of their good food.
Sometimes I wonder why
Mummy and daddy don’t be free and happy
Just like me and junior
Daddy says we are Christians
We follow Christ
But Christ says love your neighbor
As you love yourself
Is that love?