Children playing in the street

Parents laying in their bed

The father turns his sleepy head

And watches his child’s feet

They move like water, fluid, smooth

Fearless, confident, careful and strong

They never have done anything wrong

For in public they have everything to prove.

All the girls are watching

The boys all dream of fame

To pass the time they play their game

Or hide in the bushes plotting.

The wives sit around

After cleaning so thoroughly

Just to avoid a beating narrowly,

When the husbands come home from town.

The children don’t know

The wives pray they never will

Hiding these evil horrors still

They were told this was the best place to go.