A boy catches a glimpse of his fate in the bloodied face of his brother's corpse lying in the alley next to his house--he's on his way to school, well, he's on his way "somewhere". Afflicted at the age of 5 with post-war syndrome, the stress of poverty causes brain damage such that he is robbed of his chance of ever having true human relationships...it's a dog eat god world out there, and he's been trained well.

Avert your gaze as the tragic heroes take the stage,
Else you spy the cycle of the streets work out its rage.
Cover your eyes before the final bow is exercised.
There's no ovation at the end,
Just a haunting sensation that soon it will all happen again.

Change the channel and this time we find a 7 year-old consequence of a pregnant alcoholic drug abuser. The effects of her actions on this child have left him with an almost supernatural anger, a hating desire to inflict pain. His adopting family is torn between their love for him and their fear that one day he may try to take their lives. His brain is such that he can never escape the fate his poor mother has left him with. At the age of 7 he already has a criminal record.

Avert your gaze as the tragic heroes take the stage,
Else you spy the cycle of the streets work out its rage.
Cover your eyes before the final bow is exercised.
There's no ovation at the end,
Just a haunting sensation that soon it will all happen again.

And it does, again and again and again.

Beware the ghosts that haunt this place.
They are lurid, flourishing specters of fate.
An aggregation of those whose means were held
Beyond the realm where hungry fingers dwell.
In the grease slick shine of overpriced suits,
A world unto itself, built for abuse of those:
Who are thrown into it, mentally deficient,
Who know no life but in it, who are borne unto it.

Avert your gaze as the ghosts of poverty lay waste.
The street is littered with fractured futures;
Casualties we've no instrument with which to measure.
Take your seats the lights are dimming now,
The choir mourns as the curtain flees the ground.
But we've seen this all before,
We've just chosen to ignore.

Avert your gaze as the tragic heroes take stage,
Else you spy the cycle of the streets work out its rage.
Cover your eyes before the final bow is exercised.
THERE'S NO OVATION AT THE END,
JUST A HAUNTING SENSATION THAT SOON IT WILL ALL HAPPEN AGAIN...


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