Playground
In the playground
Shards of glass
And needles
Form a carpet.
Broken Swings –
The gang is off their faces
Again;
No place for kids.
Tower blocks
Watch over the rec’.
No one cares
What happens here.
Sprayed on the playground wall,
A graffiti artist passes judgement…
‘Welcome to hell’.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem