Where Do The Children Play Comments

In the alley Away from the heat They find an ally From another street. The smell of garbage Picked over by some Hoping to forage Maybe a crumb. Pizza from a night Without end Who did they fight Stranger or friend. It's child's play On Baltimore's streets Where politicians say 'That where we all meets'. But huddled about The tv aglow The children cry out For they all know. Someday There will be No more play As their ship goes down to the sea. And they will play no more.