Below is the poem entitled Home which was written by poet
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Tin roofs with no paint Windows covered with bars Faces in the doorway Lined and covered with scars No children laughing and playing here Hiding beneath the swing Not knowing What their future will bring No books to take to school No teachers to teach the golden rule Always hungry Morning, Noon, and Night Where`s the man of the house That makes everything allright Vanished one night Without a word Dogs barking wildly Was all that could be heard Her young ones now fast asleep Time for her to hit the street Asking for money From everyone she will meet No longer does she care How many men enter her at night She is now the man of the house Needs to make everything Be all right RICHARD FERRY