Twinkle, Twinkle, Pretty Stars! I Sorely Know What You Are. Poem by Frank Yue

- by Frank C Yue

A Plea:
To certain Juice and Booze Drinkers in the park,
please clean up your acts!

Twinkle, Twinkle, "Pretty Stars"!
I sorely know what you are...
When you appear on the ground
Close by the children's play-ground,

When I see your distinctive mark
In my neighbourhood green park.
Tell me, Twinkle "Pretty Stars",
Did you come from near or far?

In a moment of blind rage,
You vaulted onto the stage
To play out in compliance
Your past master's 'defiance'.

You're now basking in the sun,
But kids in fear from you run!
Clear, brown, green -you're made of glass,
Like sharp diamonds in the grass.

Will you hear its plaintive cry
When a bleeding child asks why?
In tears: "Mamma, who would do such a thing? "
Throwing glass bottles like birds on the wing!