The damp murky streets
Where no one dare go once the sun sets
Are set alight by the crime and violence.
Every street is owned by gangs
The children with their knives
And the elderly man with his shotgun
Protecting his disabled wife.
The screams in the night fade into a vacuum
The gunshot heard but nobody listens
The screech of car tyres, the cry of a mother
Morning is broken, a new light, a new hope
A mother sends the boy to school
She tries to save him from the grasp of the gangland