Two wonderful, beautiful women walk by,
Both wearing wonderful, beautiful dresses.
Stop to discuss news,
And how wonderful, beautiful the weather is.
Banging side door sings out
And bounces off the silent roads.
Through the deep dark night it echoes.
'A tip-tip' goes the water -
The gentle chirrup falls slowly with the sun.
Heat deprived children return home.
This sepia splattered sky knows of time before man.
Of a time that stands in my memory clear,
When the nights seemed to hide from sight
and footballs banged against walls.
Starved babies pave the street, lying lifeless and limp,
Tired, looking for lost lullabys.
Vomit and excrement form cool pools around their temples,
Dried blood and tears stick to their skin peircing into each dimple.