If the country was run by kids, there would be no double-talk. If you’re ugly or fat or stupid or drunk, the kids would just say it how they saw it. And you could always tell when they were lying. Their little eyes would point to the ground, shifting from side to side.

If the country was run by kids, poor people would have beds because they should; and toys too. They would make sure that everything was fair, that everyone got what they should. Kids love justice.

If the country was run by kids, meetings would be run by grown-ups in animal costumes speaking in high pitched voices. There would be balloons, lollies and music. They would just go with the ‘prettiest’ idea.

If the country was run by kids, factions would change on a daily basis, “You’re not my friend, today.” And conflicts would be resolved by sharing snacks and toys. “I’ll give you some star wars figures if you let this bill through.”

If the country was run by kids, arguments would end in tears, nap time would be  enforced for all Australians and  their days would start at 5am with ABC kids.

If the country was run by kids, there would be tantrums and lying and game playing and insults and friend swapping and arm twisting and popularity contests and name calling.

I guess some kids never grow up.

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