As the nation sleeps

It's my time of day,

In these hours within the

Night i walk the Lonely

Streets lit by the Incandescence

Of the Modern Architects

New forest. As I walk,

The chill of the twenty-first

Century touching my

Brutalised soul, I see

For every light a

Dulled soul awaiting death,

Their innocense radiated,

Then extinguished.

My solemn journey -

Footsteps on carpets

Of unyielding solidity

Take me past the centres

Of wealth and there,

The brightest perhaps

A prison for thousands -

Millions of souls I wonder;

What price freedom

In this brand new age?