Victorian names

the slums victorian times

Talking to the people asking about the dying man
Every other day a person is dying
That’s when a mother starts crying
Shouting but shivering on the
Street sweeping and weeping
Late in the evening the life that i live now is not what i expected
Moments in my life i want to be the man that was dying
Living in the slums is the life i wanted to live

slum streets

The crying of a hungry baby.
The singing of a drunken man.
The fear of a lonely lady.
And the dog that barked for ham.
Some kids worked all day.
None of them could even play.
Kids played with whatever they could find.
Jump in puddles and trees they could climb.