The children are lost
And sadly to their cost
Are very quickly tossed
On life’s mountainous scrap heap.
What chances have they
To ever say
I don’t want to stay
On life’s mountainous scrap heap.
Without a voice
Or even a choice
They can never rejoice
On life’s mountainous scrap heap.
Very soon they’ll see
There is no key
To set them free
Of life’s mountainous scrap-heap
A short life they’ve had
And how very sad
To think they will add
To deaths mountainous scrap heap.