A POEM BY : Ben Dunk. May 24,1980.




Little children I hear them calling

Out on the street playing lonely


Where is mother where is father


Theyíre never there when theyíre falling

Life is harsh for one and only


Keeping wits and strength together


Donít come near me children bawling

Iíll fight you off if you stone me


The ultimate cruelty of humanís endeavour.