The kids I work with just say no
You say "Come here" and off they go
With hands on hips
They pout their lips
Dramatic-like a TV show
The kids I work with sometimes smell
Their mums don't wash their clothes too well
And in the heat
Their unwashed feet
Can make a classroom seem like hell
The kids I work with get ignored
Their bad behaviour makes one bored
They should be good
And then we would
Feel much relieved and Praise the Lord
The kids I work with suffer so
At hands of adults who should know
That giving pain
Is quite insane
And makes a human hard to grow
For those of you who think you care
Please offer up this little prayer
Never assume
Never presume
You've got it right and all is fair
You weren't there when blows were rained
You weren't there when sheets were stained
Respect the child
Whose heart is wild
It's us-not he-should take the blame
Sally Wells
July 18th 2002
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