Memorials to murders
Stand like bus stops in our land
Wreaths on every corner
It’s hard to understand
Babies and teenagers
Old ladies and old men
Blood stained city corners
Where’s it going to end
You can walk across a pavement
You can walk by a door
Where someone fell dieing
And won’t be seen no more
Killers are growing numerous
There’s a handful in every street
And justice ties its shoelaces
And is tripping over its feet
Where’s the heart in the system?
Where’s the heart in this land?
They try to play fair like in cricket
And let evil gain the upper hand
