and in the midnight of a soul's unsleeping
i hear the waterfall of women weeping
hear the distant noise of traffic stalling
i hear the prostituted children calling
from the barred and mesh-floor streets
i look over chequered fields
and the towering web of steel
young and old will sit and judge unfeeling
while the empty church's bells are pealing
and the green hills lay ignored
the lonely watchers remain unbefriended
and out in the one-way streets