The Stranger's Lament Poem by rawden lewis

The Stranger's Lament



As I was out walking the streets of your city
As I was out walking the streets of your town
Who should I meet but two little children
With their hands in their pockets and faces in frowns

Hey, mister, hey mister won't you help us to look for
Won't you help us to look for a place we can play
My name is Billy and this is my brother
And we've been out looking the whole of this day

Well I looked at the brothers and told them to follow
Follow me round on a trip to the park
But a town hall official came up, running and shouting
And showed me a sign, saying 'Keep off the grass'

But I wasn't worried and went to the high school
'Cos I thought I could get them to play in the yard
But the size of the walls made them too high for climbing
And the cast iron gates were all bolted and barred

Well I guess I could sing of the places we went to
And I guess could say of the places we tried
But in all of this city there's no room for playing
So me and those children thought of those who decide

The ones who build cities and call themselves planners
With their overweight bellies and hair going grey
Won't they think of those children, those two little children
Those two little children with nowhere to play

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