brickdust

Thirty pounds for brick dust

An invisible army walks our streets
That no one sees
And no one hears
Someone’s son or daughter
Lie at our feet
…..for thirty pounds for brick dust

We like to ignore
Pretend they’re not there
Or throw a penny in their hat
It’s not my problem
It’s not my affair
…..for thirty pounds for brick dust

Get the beggars off our streets
The great unwashed cry out
Can’t they see people are dying?
A slow painful death
…..for thirty pounds for brick dust

Who knows the heartaches they’ve faced
Ravaged by the life they’ve led
No fault of their own
Beaten bullied and buggered
……for thirty pounds for brick dust

Big H has got its grip
And must have its pound of flesh
Hit those streets to get a hit
By whatever means it takes
……for thirty pounds for brick dust

Vacant eyed young girls
Stand on street corners
Waiting for some ageing male to paw them
Whilst blood sucking pimps search their snatch
For the readies
In case they’ve held out
……for thirty pounds for brick dust

Thirty pounds for brick dust




(£30 pounds buys a bag of heroin, which is now being cut with brick dust)

I like it. Very film noir.

Quite moving, actually

you got a real talent that was a great poem

My post was somehow deleted?

I thought it was good.....?


~Fletch

It wasn't

You should sit down and figure out some chords to go with that. Sit on the curb and play your heart out- make some money too. That's awesome.:0

Fixx, yes it was. How else would I be subscribed to this post?

~Fletch

i love it! your awsome, dude!