โLivingโ on the gum-stained streets
Invisible to passing crowds
A lone, malnourished, child-womanย sleeps
Why is this injustice allowed?
Eyes rolled back in her head
A jaundiced pallor presides on her cheeks
The grim reaper is surely close by
Lying in wait for this girl is so weak
Striding by in their hoards
Commuters, oblivious, it seems
To the plight of the smacked-out girl
Having hallucinogenic dreams
Her filthy, rain sodden mattress
Is inadequate to say the least
Though sickened to my very stomach
I walk on like the rest of the sheep
This image ingrained in my brain
Incessantly preys on my mind
Going home I check sheโs โokโ
Thatโs a laugh, sheโs so clearly not fine
I worry for her every night
That sheโll expire before the morning dew
So intoxicated at times itโs a fright
But what can I alone possibly do?
This wretch is the tip of the iceberg
Many more bed down there all the time
Makeshift homes under the railway bridge
Amongst the pigeons and rats and the grime
They furnish their plots with cuddly toys
Trinkets that belong in a house
Their food stowed beside them,
Carefully placed
So as not to be stolen by a mouse
Some mornings some sport a fresh wound
A black eye, swollen ankle and the like
Sitting ducks to be targeted by youths
Tanked up, in the mood for a fight
โNot my problem! Iโm alright Jack!
Certainly in anger should we not look back!โ
But surely it is yet we turn a blind eye?
So another one succumbs, is consumed and then dies
โItโs not alright, Jack! Itโs a f**king disgrace!
In so rich a society to be so desperately displaced!โ
So many of us live on the edge
A pay cheque or two away:
โGet a grip, deal with it, Jack!
Even now itโs already too lateโ.