A Modern Daydream

A MODERN DAYDREAMS STORY

Part 1. Morning breaks.

Polluting traffic screaming by
The concrete jungle comes alive
It awakes a son of a modern day,
So he rubs the sleep from out of his eyes
A boy of the modern times,
Fighting and scratching every day in his life
Till one day he shouts, "There is no way out,
The circle is closed, I'm just running about."

There's dirt in his streets,
There's violence and pain.
Signs of poverty in the ghettos again
A child of the modern age
Searching for silver - looking for gold
With the drink and drugs, the mad and insane
Hear the streets cry, watch our young die
The circle revolves again and again

Drugs and despair, they walk hand in hand
Out in the waste - throughout his land
Walk along his streets by day
Past the drunkards screaming hate
Past the homeless in cardboard castles
Kids on the dole, the junkies and whores
- All Children of this modern world -
Then ask yourself why - our young have to die

Walk these streets of a modern world
With the noise and stench that's killing our air
It's a concrete wastelands of despair
Hear that baby cry? It's scared, confused
Her mother walks the streets
Streets where violence and greed reign supreme
So what else for her to do?
But wait the night in this modern future dream

2. Evening falls.

Another evening has begun
Long after the moon has risen
Evening hides a bleeding victim
A victim of hate in this modern dream.
Now out of this dark in this shadowy land
Enter the pushers selling their wares
Offering release from this world
Into a new life - away from fear
Away from the city - but into despair

Walk past our hero standing alone
Quietly lost in his daydream
Then as piercing sirens split the night
It shatters his sound of silence
And returns him back to the reality
That is the city - that is his life
Watch our hero who walks alone
Into the streets that are his only home

3. Darkness rules

Look! Here come the police in battledress
Marching on the ghetto
Met by flames that split the night
Like multi-colour sunbursts bright
All around the people gather
People screaming, people crying
Missiles, stones, broken bones
Bottles, bricks all hurtle by
Smash of glass as petrol bombs fly

The slums in flames people in fear
Riot, violence - filling the air
Reality of a modern wonderland everywhere
The streets are alive with an eerie glow
from burning cars and looted bars
Amongst the crowd that's shouting loud,
A sane voice asks, "Will this madness end?
Who is the enemy and who are our friends?"

4. No light at the end of the night.

Another late night is over
Dawn has crept over the troubled city
Even the stars retire - as if in pity
Out of doors into the suburban battlefield
Emerge the citizens - dazed and confused -
While on streets kneels a woman
Weeping for children yet to be born

Shops stand broken, robbed and looted
Blood in the gutter flows brown with the dirt
Police patrol with eyes alert
Among the wreckage a young man cries
Looks to his God and wonders why
Whatever happened to our dreams
Our modern promise, to our young?
A world of love, of peace and hope
It all seems lost gone up in smoke

Watch our hero as he dies
Eyes so glassy - open wide.
An empty needle by his side
Has now become the winner.
For him no more dreams of future glory.
He's just another closed chapter
In a modern day dreams story

Raymond Baker 1998?