In A World

Where a parent has to

Explain war to a child

Without demonstrable

Valid justification of such

Is a world a child ought

Not be brought into

Let alone risk being shot

Whilst going to school

Or sitting in church

To learn how ancestors

Kill to solve problems

Money, religion, territory

Hunger, hate, drugs, etc…




It is as if we forgot

We are riding through the cosmos

In an autonomous convertible

With the top down

So we can see the star(s)

The ozone layer as our windshield

Protecting us from pesky asteroids

Along with all the other space debris




Where it could be a world

Hopefully surrounded

By alleged adults who

Inculcate them deeply

With the awareness that

They are precious

But not special *

For their uniqueness

With their subjectivity

That no other can relate

To similar experiences

Because they are

Absolutely subjective

On a world

Seen from a distance

Is but a speck of dust

Amongst other specks and

Tiny glowing lights so far away

It appears to be a light gray sheet





* “But let’s say it’s true that every child is special. What about every adult? Isn’t every adult special, too? And if not, then at what age do you go from being “special” to being not-so-special? And if every adult is special, that means we’re all special, and the whole idea loses all its meaning.

It’s all bulls***, people, and it’s bad for ya.”

– George Carlin




“We have to have a beautiful world where children can come to, okay?”


– Bill Hicks




“My solipsistic worldview

Does not allow me to see

What may be real reality.”

– Angelo Devlin