Heaven has but hell to vanquish;
Earth is stiff without a care,
And, like shrivelled shrubs the homeless
Live in heaps of flaking fear.

Draped across paved slabs of cobble,
Chill surroundings though they be,
Leaves of insulating newsprint
Serve the children of the free.

Business matters; machine chatters
In the heartless mesh of time,
Those in pinstriped suits wear blinkers
Blinded by the silt and slime.

Within hazy heads of ganja
Morphine, heroine and coke,
Dreams alleviate their suffering,
Pipers of the snort and smoke.