My Home Town

It used to be nice In the North When we were working class Not just poor Neighbours would Chat and laugh, Exchange news and views Over the garden fence Children were safe To play out all day Those living on the street Would make sure it was that way Not everyone had a phone Or a car Or had a foreign holiday But we didn’t mind Because what we had Where we lived Meant it was A nice place to be Friends and family Lived nearby Always someone around To help out Because that’s What community Is all about That’s all gone now Those who can Have moved out of town There’s no one you used to know around New neighbours keep their heads down That’s today’s picture of my home town The centre looks like It might have been A functioning place Once upon a time Empty shops Now blight the town Even Charity Shops Close down Daytime drinking and drugs Funded by the beggars cup Homelessness all around Nothing to live for In my home town Economic migrants From all over the world Hang around my home town Waiting for their western dream To come about We have no idea why they have come There is no trace of affluence To share in in my home town As for work There’s practically none Women are spat at in the street Right where they walk So in it they step, Complemented with a disgusted glare It offends those who have come That women are out on their own This never happens when they Have a man on their arm White Prostitute is a common slur Along with white girls are just Prostitutes you don’t have to pay How did things get this way?