Feral Kids - Poem by jerry hughes
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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