Night Time

As darkness covers our piece of the world what goes on that we cannot see, A milkman delivering his milk for us to get out of bed and have a pot of tea, A madman drunk stalks lone victims these people never heard nor seen again, News papers printed and delivered with the yesterday's headlines despite heavy rain. Thieves break into houses and the owners never feel safe in their homes no more Fights outside clubs and pubs, drunken men brawl, fallen men are kicked on the floor, In families the husband beats his wife and his children but is scared of strong men, It makes him feel he is a god and has everything under control so he beats them up again The nation’s letters are sorted by postmen getting the mail ready for this morning’s post, A wife shouting for a husband to get up for work, drunk last night she gives up the ghost, Two men staggering home drunk singing old songs that remind them of their youth Dogs howl at shadows or somebody creeping around up to no good is nearer the truth, A house with lights on spills screaming and shouting arguments out onto street, Some lay in our beds our consciences takes away our tiredness and we cannot sleep, A husband sneaks downstairs quiet as a door mouse to have a good drink plenty of liquor, Swigs a bottle of whisky it’s strong and it burns he feels sick but he gets the hit quicker, Alarms begin to sound as the country wakes up there are soft boiled eggs and toast, Looking forward to the day sipping hot tea, it’s so quiet around here as we wait for the post.