United Nations

by Dave

The united nations congregate
at the airside playground,
by the boarding gates.

Screams and cries echo
through the multinational crowd.
The loud wooden bus is over booked,
standing room only
on a journey to everywhere.

Meanwhile the slide has an orderly que
with just a few love afairs starting
as pairs peel away holding hands
new best friends.

The seesaw is stuck in heavy tide
with disputes over ride times
flaring and ending in smiles and laughter and hugs after.

Only the adults by the rail intervene
or are overly keen and cause fuss in the press to again reboard the wooden bus

Teaching our children racism
and nationalism in the schism of worry
instead of learning from the yearning
of kids three to eight not to hate
or discriminate
but play in peace by the boarding gate.

– Dave Kavanagh

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