In New South Wales
bridges tell the tale
of lifes travail
for the not so beautiful elite @poetry = The homeless out of work
share a space of dirt
beneath your bridges
under the souls of your feet @poetry = Theres no dreaming here
romance is out of date
beauty is the sadness
of a quintessential fate @poetry = Mums n kids share
8 x 2 tin cans with lids
and wait for that day of the meek
but it wont be this week @poetry = There communards
sleep by streets
on a park bench
where the soup kitchen meets @poetry = Real jobs have gone
old industries fled
and the rest of youse
have left us for dead @poetry = In New South Wales
histories tell the tale
of a social elite
with mud at their feet @poetry = and egos that never skip a beat
bridges tell the tale
of lifes travail
for the not so beautiful elite @poetry = The homeless out of work
share a space of dirt
beneath your bridges
under the souls of your feet @poetry = Theres no dreaming here
romance is out of date
beauty is the sadness
of a quintessential fate @poetry = Mums n kids share
8 x 2 tin cans with lids
and wait for that day of the meek
but it wont be this week @poetry = There communards
sleep by streets
on a park bench
where the soup kitchen meets @poetry = Real jobs have gone
old industries fled
and the rest of youse
have left us for dead @poetry = In New South Wales
histories tell the tale
of a social elite
with mud at their feet @poetry = and egos that never skip a beat