STREET CHILDRENDid the street conceived,Did she feel the labour pain,Did She delivered?If not, how can the streets have children? You wrote erotic stories and poemsAnd turned the mob wild with lust!You played the music for sexual anarchyAnd pose like a holy man! Those who lost thir dressIn the spell of drugs;And bred those vagabondsRidicule their birth! They are your childrenYour blood runs in them!Don
