Looking at the world through the eyes of a little boy,
I walk through twisted paths of imagination;
Switch power on and walk to Farm Town
With 20 coins; I plowed by field yesterday
With 500 coins; I planted eight fields of potatoes
Tomorrow is harvest day; eight full sacks of potatoes!
I hope the harvest will be worth the mouse clicks!

Looking at the world through the eyes of a little boy,
The playground is empty! Bumps on the leather sofa,
With eyes fixated on Romance for Kids,
I prepare for the siege of Armageddon.
I am a child soldier hunched on the computer console,
With machine guns light to feeble muscles,
I kill with the precision of a homing missile.

Looking at the world through the eyes of a little boy,
I grew so fast! My language is not that of a little kid,
But mature, commanding, and if need be; a little wooing.
I am fat and my skin glistens like anaconda’s coat,
My soles have never tasted the gritty earth,
Nor my toes tussled with the stubborn tree climber,
Ladybird is just another lady in my favorite novel!

Looking at the world through the eyes of a little boy,
The world is a rich haven; there is plenty of food,
Supermarket shelves overflow; tills blush
From lustful glares from sorry customers!
There are no stalks of maize in my world; no hunger
No winding legumes lush in the morning dew
Grumbles, shambles, tumbles – exist only in Nation News.

© richie maccs

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