Children's Oblivion

There was a day when the swings used to talk, The swinging wind of freedom made us to feel there is no stalk, There was a night which was completed with a cone of ice-cream, And it seemed like we loved to swim in this harmless extreme, What we could see was happiness more than the insentinent toys, And we heard the park getting filled with the ebullient boyhood of the new boys, Everywhere we ran we impressed the smiling daffodils of the beginners, And we found out more seats were getting reserved during the memorable dinners, Soon the skies were burnt by a vengeful mage, Immediately we were lost in an unhappy cage, The aftermath painted the colour of gravel, And we needed a new path to start the travel. FREE PALESTINE!!! FREE PALESTINE!!! FREE PALESTINE!!! FREE PALESTINE!!! FREE PALESTINE!!!