What the hell is this poem? I remember reading it in a book years ago and it just stuck in my head. Don’t remember what the book was and I only remember a bit of the poem but it is driving me mad…
Scratched by a fall, with moans
As children of weak age
Lend life to dumb stones
Whereupon to vent their rage.
And bend their little fists,
And rate the senseless ground.
Any ideas anyone? There’s a Mars Bar in it for you :0)