The Right To Play
Lonely I reside inside a metropolis of tents,
not too far from an anthill of insignificance,
It’s little occupants take no notice of me
and why should they, for I’m insipid waste,
Growing weary and paranoid I prod the
anthill with a stick, seeking some attention,
A few ants come out to check, turn around and go back in,
it’s just that scruffy dumb kid again, ignore him
I walk away deflated and depressed at
my inability to interact, and rouse them into action,
Fruitlessly probing at inanimate outcrops,
just fills me with more inadequacy,
Killing time killing the day
nowhere to go nowhere to play,
But wait hold on! things are looking up, I’ve been
given a mask, now the ants won’t recognize me,
I can’t wait to play with them tomorrow
A child in UNHCR camp, somewhere in the
middle of anywhere, that’ll take him
Human Rights Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
01/12/21
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