Tonight outside it’s cold

The rain pours unforgiving,

wind chills to the bone,

no morning kissed by sunshine

ever warmed a bed of stone.

The skyline telling story’s,

so tall it hides the truth,

lying in the shadows

epitaphs are proof,

that idle are the promises,

and deeper is the debt,

for burning the Injustices

they want you to forget.

That man I turned my head from

that grey and sunken face,

what if luck had burdened

and put me in his place?

Austerity rewarded him

no dignity or bread,

some say it is the price to pay

believing that they care?

silent destitution,

cruelty thousandfold,

rich men don’t go hungry,

tonight outside it’s cold.