Our Gift to the Children
Children aren't born with predjudice;
their hearts don't register colour
And the only thing they think about
is the one they run with each other.
Children play and get along
and if they disagree
It's forgotten before it festers
more forgiving and wiser than we.
If only they could stay like that
as they journey life's highway.
No better thing could we ask for
peace; it's a small price to pay
For the future generation,
if we watch the things we say.
We'd be giving the greatest gift
there is -
And that love would spread around
as on the wings of a dove.
It isn't beyond comprehension -
it's the way the world could be
But it has to start today, right
and it could start with you and
Joan Adams Burchell