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
