The Park

It wasn’t much of a park
If park is what you wished to call it
Two swings and monkey bars
That the big boys used to dominate when the sun went down

The grass was a dangerous place
With last nights beer cans and fag ends
Lurking in the green
Or wallowing in the brown patches

They decided to place an electricity generator
In a metal cage
Where all could see and climb
They said the cage would protect fine

Until Bony stole his Dad’s pliers
And snapped a hole into the metal.

After angry protests and a funeral
They put a fence around
And a padlock on the gate

But it didn’t comply with the aesthetics of the neighbourhood
Someone complained

What a heavy sacrifice
To save a child’s life

Was the reply everyone else gave.