Icy winds blow in Melbourne
Nearly antarctically cold,
Cold enough to freeze blood solid
Enough to chill through to your soul.

Icy winds blow through the souls
Of those without homes to go to,
Shuffling slowly down Nicholson Street
Where the unemployed must queue.

Icy winds blow across the faces
Of queues of shuffling men,
Frozen near like living icebergs
Forced to live out in the open.

Through the winds of Melbourne’s West
The homeless masses shuffle,
Their faces set in silent screams
Screams that the wind has muffled.

Antarctic winds blow down Footscray’s Streets
Along Buckley, Barkly, Paisley
The living try to avoid the cold
But there’s nowhere left to flee.