Babies Era

They go, they come they go. Without knowing that it is not their seat But where are the babies? Where are they? The men have done there Own with pleasure and they are Still there trying to grow the gray hair On the helpless seat. The men are the eldest Of all but the babies are the most senior of all. Babies wake up from your faithless lives For life is for the babies' and not for men The men have been there since they were boys But they have not just remember that Twenty children can't play together for twenty years That is the position of life. Babies i advise you to rise up to walking babies And rule with your young and active senses As for men it is alright For God as answered their own prayers Leave it for the babies For men will rule and men will soon pull out.