alfie lee writing

The city of children

We fight amongst
ourselves over-
throwing flames with
suits and fear what-

ever sticks. Snack
time we hurry
up. Naptime share
our stuff of dreams

to own. To be
victorious
in contests. To
fight for what we

ought to get, rue
aught we haven't
got yet and how
to prove a row

and chance to show
we do not crow
for what we know
for sure we know.



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