From the playgrounds of the rich
They could see the hovels which
House the poor, and oft their eye
Would twitch in mordant sympathy.
Now the rich have built a wall
So they can’t see the poor at all.
They could see the hovels which
House the poor, and oft their eye
Would twitch in mordant sympathy.
Now the rich have built a wall
So they can’t see the poor at all.