Where Have All The Children Gone? Poem by PAUL COLVIN

The playground’s like a wasteland, an empty barren yard
No children laughing, playing, no chance of sweating hard
They’re tucked away, or locked inside as games means sitting down
Eating lunch with damaged eyes and always with a frown.
A childhood lost, a culture gone but worse, no exercise
No rosy cheeks or bodies bruised should come as no surprise
They come to school in private cars or take a train or bus
Their parents fault the government but the blame should lie with us.
Where have all the children gone, those boyish rogues and tomboys
They play games at computers, bought by us as toys.