Ten steps past a dark recess
In the crowded streets of mire
A concrete city over exposed,
To winds of social fire.

The loudness

Cry for the Children

Weep in mourning,
we of this modern world,
whose knowledge is go great
and technology so advanced!
We, who

Sin

To be born under dim stars is to sin

A sin greater than murder or rape,

As thieves and assassins live more free,

Takers

COLD
The hamattan has come
So also have the rains gone
I'm thankful I have a home
To stop me getting chilled to the bone
Even

There are genuine single parents,

full of life and full of zest,

they'd work every hour of every day,

for their children they