Dead End Street

Dead End Street He is waiting in the dark In the smoky dark under the railway sidings. He is nervous in the black In the black of the black slag piles. He lights a cigarette and breathes out His breathing rapid and expectant. The victim is on his way On his way to redemption Victim of stupidity and slur. There will be no escape Once bludgeoned and dragged There is nowhere to go. The noise of human life begins Human life that calls time on the light And the insolent one Will die tonight.