Imagine, a world without children,
where parks are empty,
And swings stand still.
And mothers don’t worry all the time.
Imagine, a world without children,
Where planes are supposed to be quiet.
But an old man’s snoring
makes you miss a baby’s riot.
Imagine, a world without children,
Where grandparents don’t exist
No laughter, no games, no sound,
a depressing planet, with no kids around
Imagine a world without children,
No homework, schools demolished and grey,
Converted into cold, lifeless flats,
Where laughter used to play.
Imagine, a world without children.
No one to visit when age wears you thin.
Alone with just a bottle of whiskey,
And an empty pack of Marlboros, you die with no kin.
Imagine, a world where couples
Don’t see kids as joy, but strain.
Too expensive, too limiting,
And Not a part of their life’s main.
Imagine a world, this very world,
Where this isn’t just imagination.
For some, it’s a relief, a choice made right,
For others, a nightmare in an endless night.
And imagine, just once more, of a world without the laughter of children,
without their brutal honesty, innocence.
A world without children