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Feral Kids
JH (January 4,1931 / a citizen of the world)

Feral Kids

They're out there in their thousands.
Street kids, sleeping rough, sniffing glue,
shooting up. Out of sight, out of mind?

While the wealthy squander millions,
Tory governments dowsize the welfare state.
Be ashamed Australia, these are our children.
Outcasts of a nation too preoccupied with self.

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Comments (3)

Yep! They are out there and as you say, sleeping it tough especially in this freezing weather. There are also 'couch kids' who go from friends parent's houses to find some shelter. It's a disgrace and nothing much as changed Jerry since you wrote this strong poem... Karin Anderson
Far too easy to say 'they made their own bed', especially when one is sleeping comfortably...agree with you sir...Coach
Again I am reminded of Jim Cairns... You pen your rage with a sharp nib. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx