In wild and stormy, harshland blocks,
wet pillars stoney-faced and eyelid
thin, the cots within of hungry cries,
wide-mouthed to take the driving rain,
and chase away the milk of grey
from state to State to empty plate;
parents without parents in poverty;
breadcrumbs floating on a silver lake,
a spoon removed from gloopy mess
by Blue-encrusted sticky fingers,
laid bare the many needs for more,
the young grow old without growth.
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