(Melbourne) <br /> <br />HERE to the parks they come, <br />The scourings of the town, <br />Like weary wounded animals <br />Seeking where to lie them down. <br />Brothers, let us take together <br />An easeful period. <br />There is worse than to be as We are — <br />Cast out, not of Men but of God!<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-outcasts-2/
