Another night on the streets

Drunks, drop-outs & junkies,
low-life scum & flunkies.
Understanding little but stories,
socialists, moderates, tories.

Young, in-betweens & the old,
rejected, ignored & sold.
Can you feel my freezing pain?
Another night on the streets again.

Judged, decided, condemned,
broken, abused ‘til the end.
We’d never met, I never spoke,
you spat in my face, battered & broke.

Doorways, alley’s & skips,
huddled, frozen, in bits.
Can you imagine this pain?
Another night on the streets again.

Eyes that are pleading in vain,
for a chance to be off these streets again.

Dedicated to the wonderful people at The Brick Homeless Project in Wigan