The muddy pond

The waterlillies would be backed up against the far shore
Slum kids kicking and splashing and complaining of the cold
Diving, jumping each leap so free and bold
Into the brown water not ten years old

The eroding grassy banks slowly giving way
To the feet that would propel bodies at play
The waterlillies would roll in and out on the waves created
And the civil police would turn up with faces that showed they hated it

The kids would all scatter but a handful would get caught
The ten minute lecture would see nothing taught
Because the very next day the same parade would take place
Diving and screaming in the muddy pond low income grace