This Is England

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This Is England


the empty cardboard

coffee cup groans with hunger

eyes to eyes to anything

that isn’t eyes

clothes that itch with dirt

the taste of yesterdays soup

settles against teeth


sleep is the enemy

dulling your hopes of escape

if the spiteful arrive

with mean intentions

and brown leather boots


head bowed against the world

not looking for pity

just looking for hope

amongst the foreign coins


my head doesn’t work

it misleads me with its sketches


when the wind blows

and the rain pours

I drag myself

inside myself

and let the weather

beat its tattoo

across my huddled bones


the grey falls

then the black

then the blackness


slipping the slope

and when I wake

I am wet with

taunting urine

from the hanging judges

gathered for fun


this is England

where the weak are prey

this Is England

where the homeless pray

this Is England


my England…

despairhomelesshomeless violencehomelessnesslife on street

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