A swing with heavenly view

Mama, put me in the ground, away from this swing, I can't swing anymore. That strong bad smell and viruses are all around, It feels like I'm going to be knocking on heaven's door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door. This song was inspired by a scene I witnessed in Sainamaina Municipality, where a dumping site has been established right beside a children's park.

I visited the location while reporting on the issue and was deeply disturbed by what I saw.

Children were playing on the swings only a few steps away from piles of garbage, surrounded by an unbearable stench.

They kept playing, not because the place was safe, but because they had nowhere else to go. Watching them breathe polluted air made me think about the constitutional promise of the right to live with dignity and the right to a clean and healthy environment.

At that moment, those rights felt as though they existed only on paper, while the children were left to face a dangerous reality. As I stood there, I was listening to Bob Dylan's Knockin' on Heaven's Door.

The song's emotion resonated with what I was witnessing.

Seeing innocent children playing beside a dumping site felt like watching lives being quietly put at risk.

Moved by that moment, I wrote these lyrics not to imitate the original song, but to express the pain, neglect, and silent danger that those children endure every day.