Born missing an ear, he looks so queer
With half an arm they hold so dear
Stay away from here and don't ask why
He cries a tear from a hateful eye
The victim of a doctor's pride
The saviour called Thalidomide
Disfigured from the age of none
A failure before her life's begun
Her lack of limbs restricts her will
To k** the instigators of that pill
Yet still you hide your attitudes
Behind bouquets of platitudes
Can you look her in the face without disgust?
Do you suspect a trace of slight mistrust?
You gave her a name to pretend she's the same;
Oh isn't it a shame she's not to blame
For laughing at your sympathy
A discord in life's symphony
The state pays out ten thousand pounds
Insuring damage on moral grounds
The paper shines accusing signs
The Sunday Times and medical crimes
'What compensation can they give
To replace the life you cannot live?"
If you could look inside his mind
You'd cry from guilt at what you find
But love it seems is hard to bear
For how can you say how little they care
When mothers and fathers, blind and bland
Love what they don't understand?