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Down the street I walk

The street that is my home,

Passing by people I know

Seeing the changes as I grow,

It’s funny to me right now

The ways things changed and how,

People have demonstrably altered

People I knew who where happy,

Now as they are older are sadder,

And despite the street

Had a makeover and is glossier

It’s still as hard just as dodgier,

If you’re not from around these parts

Yet deep down it still has a heart,

But people have been radicalised

Into fear and hate and to despise,

Buying into so many different lies

I wonder if it’s because they never left

Whether because they are diversity bereft,

They were far more susceptible

But it’s sad to see that no matter how glossier,

These streets are rot is still growing hear

Malevolent with hate and fear,

And I may fight to save my streets, my home

And all of these people that I know,

I see it as a really tough task

As many have forgotten how in the past,

Poor but happy was better than the alternative

Struggling with all the mod cons

Whilst drowning in growing debt,

Because somehow we seem to forget

That friendship, kindness and love is the best.