Willowbrook State School, 1972

"They're children
They're just children!"
He screamed at the camera
"And they're forced into this
Living Hell with no way out!"

He tried his best to raise
Whatever awareness could be aroused
It was wrong
These children
They were writhing
In their own
Piss and shit
Curled up in little balls
Without an inch of clothing on them

When he came in
The orderlies avoided him
And his camera
They couldn't be held responsible
For the atrocities that were taking place
In the buildings where they secured the little income they had

The nurses shot dirty looks
There were few of them
Only about one was assigned to a room
Which housed around fifty children apiece
When he asked them
"Can you spare a moment?
For the camera and the lives of these poor kids?"
They're eyebrows pointed down in a sharp line
And they quickly rushed away

He couldn't believe it
Children
Not older than ten years
Running about
Bare naked
Covered in the foulest of substances
Emanating smells you couldn't imagine
Yelling incoherently
And
Just as the orderlies and nurses did
Running in the opposite direction of the camera
And the reporter
That would expose the place they called "home"
For the snake pit it was