1st Poem/ "let's play"

"Let's play" by Jose R. Gonzalez

We're all gonna end up here
but we rarely come to visit.
I mean we go there but is always
for business, never pleasure.
Children don't belong here
for business or pleasure.
We broke into through the fence
when most people try to escape this prison
we broke the rules to be there.

A weird playground, Odd, different.
We played weird games,
We played with those who couldn't play
                   anymore.

Their playground was filled with flowers
& some even had toys on them.
They couldn't move but they played with us.
The wind blowing through the trees
was like a smirk of a tornado,
"their laughter", scared us
but then again it's all a game.
Hide-N-Seek & Sliding down the hills
innocent games.
Playing doctor felt like a bad joke
being told at an empty crowd.

Children don't belong in a graveyard,
but we were there.
Toys & Games don't belong in a cemetery,
but we played there.
Death & Fun don't go together
A graveyard is not a playground.
That's what most people say.

We all played with death
at our house,car or with a crazy girlfriend.
We all have played in a cemetery ...
some of us have fun.
Playing with life seems risky, playing with death
                        seems brave.

We are brave children playing with death,
We are brave people living our lives.
God, has made his playground into a graveyard...
Did we filled a playground with death?
Can children change a graveyard into a playground
with laughter?
We were brave,dumb, kids.
We are brave, dumb, hopeful people.

2-11-2013