Football at Baltao

Well I think it’s fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Get what you want to if you want, ’cause you can get anything.

I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorryloads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems you can’t get off.

Oh, I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

When you crack the sky, scrapers fill the air.
Will you keep on building higher
’til there’s no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?

I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

— Cat Stevens

I just found it poignant that I should run into these kids on the day I blogged about football in the Philippines. Sam and I were walking to the bus stop this morning on the way to work, and there were these kids in the street with a football. There was this one kid, a boy, on one side and the rest of them, a girl and two smaller kids, on the other side, and they would kick the ball to each other, and sometimes the ball would roll into a canal but that didn’t worry them because they had a rag on the sidewalk that they used to wipe the slime off and play again, kicking the ball back and forth until it would end up in the canal againd and they’d wipe it off and start all over again . . .

Where Do The Children Play

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One thought on “Where Do The Children Play

  1. yay! favorite ko to nung bata pa ko.
    at sa palayan pa kami laro. hahah!
    i miss being a kid again.
    and i definitely miss playing in the bukid:)

    thanks for the reminder!

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