Warren Grey

• Jonathon Khuu, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

What a bad day to visit Warren-grey
By myself without Fay or dear Alice
A sprawling estate revealed as child’s play
The head psychologist so filled with malice

Strange and peculiar sights all around,
Normal kids grow fast; they don’t need your crown,
Forget who loved them; took care of ‘em.
But these children need all you can give them,

For all their life like it’s your precious gem,
They are all children no matter what stage.
With praise worth like thorns on a sharp rose stem,
Classified as tidy or one with rage.

What a bad day to visit Warren-grey,
By myself without moral of the day.