Girl crying out in the street,
Black eye, no shoes on her feet.
Nowhere to go. No one to meet.
There's hope in the depths of her despair,
Behind that bastard at the foot of the stair,
And a belief that someone might just care
Four empty glasses, ten cigarettes
The racing pages, a 2.30 bet.
Another attempt to get out of debt.
It's not about luck, just what's fair
Always trying to get your share,
And the gamble that someone might care.
Boys out there on their nightly parade,
If you look different better be afraid.
They'll convert you with boots and blade
It's not revolution but Reform in the air.
They target faith, colour, what you wear
To show the country how much they care.
Each side believes the other wrong
Violence, greed, and division is the norm.
Which side of the barricade are you on?
There's new meaning being given to prayer
It's in everything, it's everywhere
Hatred is now holding hands with care.
December 15, 2025.
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