Mary is at risk, the social workers say
They've got an order from the court to take Mary away
Take her from her home, make her a ward of state
By the look in Mary's eyes they may be too late
Mary is at risk, or so the jargon goes
And just what that means only Mary really knows
Her father's little princess, his pride and joy
And since she was four years old, his favourite sexual toy
What are we doing to our children
What are we doing to ourselves
Deaf and indifferent to the cries of our young
Is that what we've become
Tony is at risk, the social workers say
They've got an order from the court to take Tony away
'Cause he's got a broken arm and burn-marks on his thighs
But the worst scars of all are his two empty eyes
Tony is at risk, or so the jargon goes
And just what that means only Tony really knows
Beaten and abused since the day he first drew breath
He's been taken into care before he's beaten to death
What are we doing to our children
What are we doing to ourselves
From every seed that hate and fear sows
A bitter harvest grows
Children have no power, children have no voice
Born without rights and conceived without choice
Our love and protection is the most that they ask
If we can't give them that, then the future's at risk
What are we doing to our children
What are we doing to ourselves
A failing dream on a dying star
Is that all we are