Where have all the children gone, marching off to peace
Singing songs and waving flags and crying up the heaven
Praying to their inner gods that fighting all would cease
Shouting to the world with the sound turned to eleven
Children pushing children, children rolling tires
Breaking things and making messes all around the town
Children stealing candy, children lighting fires
Wanting to play games and turn things upside down
Where have all the grownups gone, who let the children play
School is out and all the babysitters fled
Children who do nothing except run around all day
Running with scissors until some of them are dead
They say that they love children, but I doubt
If they loved them they wouldn’t throw them out
mishaburnett 