Privilege
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Early dawn watches one little girl from her cottage flee,
The morning birds chirping with her as she dances in glee,
Flowers every colour to that merry tune dance beside,
Flowers, flowers smiling to her she plucks in every stride.
The morning birds chirping with her as she dances in glee,
Flowers every colour to that merry tune dance beside,
Flowers, flowers smiling to her she plucks in every stride.
Little mind of faith unscrupulous,
Embrace all colours so fabulous,
Red and white and purple and blue,
With her flowers to the shrine she flew.
Embrace all colours so fabulous,
Red and white and purple and blue,
With her flowers to the shrine she flew.
Old flowers forgotten she clears away,
But the old and wise to her they say,
“Only white flowers so noble and pure”,
The rest in her pocket she hides secure.
But the old and wise to her they say,
“Only white flowers so noble and pure”,
The rest in her pocket she hides secure.
The little girl in stealth with a smile slowly steps inside,
A flower of each colour beneath the white she does hide,
The other coloured skinned flowers with her she takes outside,
With stretched arms those crushed flowers she lifts up to the skies,
As the winds devour those broken petals a little tear she cries.
A flower of each colour beneath the white she does hide,
The other coloured skinned flowers with her she takes outside,
With stretched arms those crushed flowers she lifts up to the skies,
As the winds devour those broken petals a little tear she cries.
