Streets washed by pouring rain Gutters try their best to accept the deluge Blockage upon torrent Sound, gurgles, lapping, dripping Feet sodden Canvas shoes on wrinkled feet Sock-less Penniless Starved and homeless A crust for a feast A coffee from a caring stranger Coinage  Thrown not placed Flippantly produced From well heeled pockets Doorways Unforgiving Hard-hard floors Aches and pains produce Voluble groans Tossing and turning Scared to sleep Forced insomnia Gaunt fragile face Chilled beyond the bone Cast out of comfort Into hell Death would be warmer A rotting empty shell No employment with no address Opportune less  Never will he redress A tipped balance Too far stretched He once had a job A second hand car A mother and a father A sister and a dog A roof and a bed Couches to defend A shower to cleanse A pillow on which to rest A sleeping sleepy head Illness took him Disguised 

The kid on the edge Watches while others frolic He stares blankly Envious of popularity Astounded by Cultural freedoms Ideologically apart Even from those who he would have as brother Saddened and lonely The speck among a world of frivolity Spitting the dummy He envy's them their toys Hostages taken Women, girls and boys Any excuse Murderous intentions I do this for my god Not because I have been soaked in falsehoods Born in another time Perhaps able, to make up his own sweet mind Circumstances impaled him To the banner of the chosen? ones. On the periphery Looking through ornate glass windows He cannot look too closely The curtains drawn The curtains drawn In my prophets name I sever your head Hate filled Now they are dead Now they are dead. FOR GLORY? The innocents bled Red in red AGL