Harsh cold winds race down ***** back alleys Bin lids are lifted and all taking flight Ragged town foxes, heads inside dustbins Cries of sheer anguish and they take off in fright.
Cold stillborn baby found in a dustbin Wrapped up in bin bags and filthy soaked towel A bitter result of unlawful liaison Another young girl has been treated so foul.
Search is now on to find the sad mother Everyone knows that she will be ill Soon she is found with wrists that are bright red Only fourteen, lying perfectly still.
Another statistic of society’s indifference As always lip service just isn’t enough And still the harsh wind blows down ***** back alleys Where young children find on the street, life is tough.