LISTEN TO THE CHILDREN
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Between Maputo and Paris There were children playing along the street, People passing by - doing their business As usual for thousands of years.
But warned by a man from Africa, I stopped and listened to their games. I found them inventing new languages. Though I tried to hear, they spoke so quickly, Their words blurred up, my mind turned off. I, too, passed on and went my way As usual for thousands of years.
I was asked by my friend from Africa, Had I understood the children's games? When I said "no", he warned me again: "They are plotting a revolution. Either you learn from them or give up your place of power. They will take command with new ways of living together."
I went back to find the children at play And tried again to follow their games, To learn their ways of speaking and living together. They were kind to me and tried to share: "We have no secrets - we want to help. We are making with children around the world A revolution of love and peace."
Listen to the children along the street, Playing as they have for thousands of years, But this time they're on the Internet.
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