Down dark caverns of loneliness,
Where evil lurks in grottos overgrown.
With greed and lust and ignorance;
In minds to love unknown.
The thunder echoes ceaselessly,
As police cars on the prowl,
For anyone with kindness glowing,
Joyful dares to smile.
The drunk sprawls in a doorway,
Drinking cider from a cup.
Courtesy of McDonalds rubbish,
With other rubbish dumped.
A homeless man, with one grey blanket,
To keep out Winter’s cold.
If frost and rain don’t get him,
Do you think he dare grow old?
Grow old on streets hard and cheerless.
Grow old where no-one cares.
Grow old ever to be resented,
By hard faces on the make.
Rich men cruising clubs and cafes.
Others the corridors of power.
While in the mean and sordid side streets,
Greed and lust have girls for hire.
Bartered paid and go on paying,
For the Devil’s tawdry toys.
Jam today and jam tomorrow?
You must be joking, golden boys.
Running faster, running harder;
Yet soon trailing far behind.
Soon to join the other losers.
In a forgotten limbo of the damned.
Empty pleasures, waste successes.
We too have drained the empty cup.
And for a while thought this was living,
On the treadmill’s nauseous ride.