i, it's a bum sum kids, gnome sane, the fourth of fucking july hot and loud as hell and kids in prison for seeking freedom, or asylum, or just to stay alive and god help us there ain't no place else to go, the bullies and warmongers run the whole fucking world kids. can you imagine? children? 
and mister and me gone suffer cuzza mister can't swim. i know, it could be worse right, we could be in prison, we could be refugees in our own country.
but listen kids, they may not teach you this in school, about the prisons for children, they may call em day camp or wall mart, but people are beginning to find words for the unspeakable, people are beginning to rise up, and this hot loud independence day we will all think in a moment of quiet deep within ourselves, and maybe at a picnic in the park too, about the children in prison while we celebrate.