They keep children in containers
Crate them and detain them
Gate them and restrain them
No watering or feeding
The potted, planted seedlings
In readiness for weeding
They’ll live but they won’t grow
Goaded, loaded, shipped to go
With winter whipping in the snow
It’s probably for the best
To centres to be processed
The furthest and the closest
Sorting leavers from remainers
While we sort boots and trainers
They keep children in containers
