When I am grown up,
so, I know,
I’ll fly.
Fervently my questions and puzzles
all over the world!
With hands to
take a journey through time
and learn to understand
why witches burned once,
Indian lands were getting moldy,
we shamefully buried Jews in ashes.
I have a desire to understand,
for what reason
Civil wars misjudged salvation and meaning.
The nobility washed away the rabble’s belongings without blame.
We have
robbed nature of her colored soul.
When I grow up,
so, I know,
I’ll know
why a human life
is becoming more and more foolish
and loses wisdom!
But not until I grow up!