Eyes distant as the Moon skin as pale and pockmarked as that Lunar surface her skin as cold shivering, her pillow cold bricks and mortar
Christmas shoppers rush by as brightly wrapped as presents on an endless conveyor belt eyes turned away, no shame felt.
"Ex Servicemen will work for food" the cardboard sign says hung around his kneck with string were once his medals bravely won would swing but so long ago sold and no longer there
Do we care
Young eyes stare out of a filthy tatty hooded top and a child's voice asks "Spare some change please" but we don't stop as we pass him by almost at a run
Back to our warm cosy homes to see our Sons and Daughters safe in the knowledge Soldiers protect us and our borders
Our homes are our castles and invincible outside in the snow cardboard cities surround the invisible