There's a Brother in the Gutter

There’s a brother in the gutter.

No bread, no butter.

Credit crunch,

No loot, no lunch.

No bed, no sleep,

As he waits for the Lord;

His soul to keep.

There’s a brother in the gutter.

So what you mutter

As you try to pass by

On the other side

Where life is clean.

But down below

The stress is there

But not on show.

Recession, depression

Another day, another session.

No need to feel,

Just feel my need

Down the pub,

In the club.

Another little hungry mouth to feed.

Another day, another drop

Descending still,

When will it stop.

Take in the view,

Reflect, consider

That brother in the gutter

Could easily be you.

No reign on earth

Just rain on his face

No joy, no mirth

No peace, no grace.