Poestory
Children’s Cry Where are you? Don’t you hear us calling your name? Your baby boy needs you; he’s locked up in jail again. Where are you? Don’t you hear us calling your name? I need to talk to you; my first period just came. Where are you? Don’t you hear us calling your name? You have two daughters and three sons who would be glad if you came. Where are you? Don’t you hear us calling your name? To turn your back on five children is a dog-gone shame. Where are you? Don’t you hear us calling your name? Your eldest had her fourth child, do you know their names? Where are you? Don’t you hear us calling your name? Your youngest was gunned down in Railway Lane. 14
