Just another Friday night

A boisterous crowd look for a fight

Loud curses at the taxi rank

As in the alley winos drank

Revellers could not presume

That death was waiting in the gloom

A hacking cough an angry word

The first signs of what now occurred

The wino stumbled then he fell

Down to his knees with sickening yell

No-one on the street would see

This dying wretch – his misery

“Onward, upward” was the cry

From drunken lips as they passed by

There in the gloom a soldier died

And no-one cared, and no-one cried