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see-saw at break neck speed

the playgrounds
have been turned into battlefields
the climbing frame
is now a U.S. tank
there's two more casualties in the sandpit
where the enemy missiles sank
the swings have been taken over
and are now a hi-tech security base
the children playing on the see-saw
disappeared without a trace

the older boys light smoke ring fires
where the bombs have hit the land
while the young cry for their parents
taking cover in the sand
and a small boy runs for safety
behind the shadow of an old oak tree
to contemplate what they're fighting for
so he can watch it on T.V.

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