Child of Our Time
O, pity the poor unfortunate child,
Neglected and forlorn!
No-one to care for or nurture him:
He didn't ask to be born!
All he wants is a happy home
And food to fill his belly -
Designer clothes, mobile, a PS3
And a huge LCD telly!
poem by Dawn Ferrett
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