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.