urban fox

I learnt to march I learnt to shout
I learnt to obey and never doubt
I Learnt each road has a dubious end
learnt the meaning of trusting friends

Now realest from what I learnt
I need no past and want it burnt
I need no flags or medal array
So scared of each approaching day

I look for ambush in village store
and walk the streets like still at war
from corners such dread and fear
I have no gun to give me cheer

In deepest night and in the day
those images won't go away
I sweat, I twist , and sleep in fear
have fallen whispering in my ear

I've got no job I earn no pay
family and fiends turn away
drink scavenge like an urban fox
My Homeland is a cardboard box