Children of the grave by Grant Harbison

Glugging

Mugging

Gluing

Spewing

Survival means all wrong doing

But what do you care?

It’d be easier for you if we weren’t there

We are the scourge

We are the infected

Streetwise kids

Ragged

Neglected

The sons and daughters who decided to roam

Each with reasons for leaving home

Years of abuse

Physical violence

Threats of death to keep our silence

Life on the streets may be mean

But what we’ve been through and what we have seen

Makes us cling to one another

Children lost

Sisters and brothers