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

 


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