THIS WORLD OF OURS Copyright 1999.   WHATEVER HAS HAPPENED TO THIS WORLD OF OURS SO MANY A REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE WHERE IS THE GENT WHO ONCE TIPPED HIS HAT OR THE CHILD WHO SAID PLEASE MAY I HELP YOU WITH THAT   WHERE IS THE YOUNG MAN WHO GRACIOUSLY GAVE UP HIS SEAT OR THE PEOPLE WHO SMILED AS YOU PASSED ON THE STREET NOW FACES ARE SAD, THEY NEVER SMILE AS BEFORE OLD PEOPLE NOW PRISONERS BEHIND A LOCKED DOOR   YOU DON'T STROLL THROUGH THE WOODS FOR FEAR OF ATTACKS AND YOUTHS ROAM THE STREETS NOT IN GROUPS NOW BUT PACKS YOU NEVER CARRY A PURSE WHY THAT'S EASY TO SNATCH AND SEVERAL LARGE BOLTS NOW REPLACE THE DOOR LATCH   YOU ARE NOT SAFE ON THE BUS WELL AT LEAST NOT AT NIGHT YOU ARE SURE TO WITNESS SOME TERRIBLE FIGHT THERE IS DIRT AND GRAFFITI ALL OVER THE SEAT AND MARKS WHERE SOMEONE HAVE WIPED THERE FEET   YOU STAY HOME AT NIGHT AND YOU SWITCH ON TV THERE IS VIOLENCE AND CRIME LITTLE ELSE TO SEE SO YOU GO TO BED YOU SIMPLY CANT WIN YOU DON'T REALLY REST SOMEONE MAY BREAK IN   YOU MAKE A FRESH CUP OF TEA, IT COULD BE A LONG NIGHT YOU SIT IN THE DARK AND YOU SHIVER WITH FRIGHT WRAPPED UP IN A BLANKET TO KEEP IN THE HEAT THE ELECTRICITY'S TOO DEAR THE BILLS YOU CANT MEET   AN OLD AGED PENSIONER I AM YOU SEE LIFE IS NOT EASY FOR THE LIKES OF ME OH I HAVE A CHOICE AND IT WAS GIVEN QUITE FREE AN OLD PEOPLES HOME OR MY DIGNITY   Back