Where Do The Children Play Poem by Hershe Moore

Where do the children play?
Amongst the bottle tops and amidst the unseen
Where the concrete has no mercy,
and the crevices swallow them in.
Unattended by fathers and left to fend for their mothers,
Taking on the weight,
no time for friends and the others

Where do the children play?
Would you believe if I told ya?
Lend me your hand and I'll take you,
Look, it's over your shoulder
He lays lurking and watching with empty promises unseen,
I can make you famous,
And she sho'll can sing!
Slow down there partner,
haven't forgotten bout you.
Heard Mama low on the rent money,
Son, what you gone do?

Where do the children play?
By now you should know,
Open up your windows,
Take a chance and go outdoors,
Then you'll here the children say,
Would you take out some time for me?