Show UDE URAL HYNES HYMES I 1 TOO THICK the men who built our cities had plans beneath their lids they thought of costs and profits of estimates and bids they thought of stores and factories but never thought of kids the children of the tenements mid dirt and smells and heats may sometimes play in vacant lots but mostly in the streets the pleasure carand car and weighted truck come cruising through the town by accident and recklessness they crush the players down street trees in that polluted air they will not stay alive where oak and ash and maple die how shall the children thrive lets have at least some ground for play though folks be crowded dense and if the price of land be high why darn the difference our pagan sires made bridges but thought they would not stand unless a youth or maiden were slain upon the land though long ago we left behind that thought of sacrifice our piles of brick and steel and stone still have their human price we lay jay the deep foundations of strong cement and stones but still rebuild we build our cities ies up on little childrens children 5 homes bob adams |