Kids must be kids.
Our government
acts like kids.
No government
or control,
just on a roll
to rob and roll,
you may be rolled
by a fourteen-year-old,
for ye
no power to be
to protect oneself
you're on the shelf,
if you're lucky
or else it's A & E.
From government
the facts
more tax
for what?
To be robbed by a prat
a government fat cat
or societies
kids on skids.
No hiding place
to protect my space.
Oh! What is to be
just for little me.
How the world has changed George, but don't tar all the kids...most are ok. 10 Lynda xx
I understand you have back up B...Mug you and the minder...? ... No chance lol. Sid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the world is in there hands, those sad youngsters out there and some brave and bold ones for we the old and weary will soon be gone....heaven help them Emilythoughtfulandcandiddickinson