I understand that this land, is owned,

 

I understand this land could hold many homes,

 

I understand, 

 

It would cost more than a grand to set about a plan,

 

To house those that need housing,

 

Would cost more than a Hundred thousand pounds,

 

Of pointless metal and plastic that would dictate weather you can have it,

 

Or not,

 

So panic,

 

Headlights,

 

Rabbit,

 

You are not apart of the super elite, 

 

Nor are you apart of a social society that is able to eat, 

 

or dress their feet to make them commercially complete,

 

looking neat and without need of branding,

 

How handsome. 

 

Your house keeper knows,

 

Your gardener knows,

 

Your dealer knows that nose you blow is sold like the sole it's attached to,

 

Your local politicians knows the hands your blood money goes through, 

 

It feeds those that are fat and in no need of feeding,

 

Whilst your left bleeding,

 

Their working for us is rather unconvincing,

 

That's why you go out and get pissed every evening.

 

10 years and your still not sober,

 

38 years and it's still not over,

 

Marching onto the empty ground,

 

                   a houseless soldier,

 

To put a price on ones life would suggest that it's over.