Listen to the night children make music! Children of dust, discarded cry harshly Treading dusked streets, walking dead girl's tears prick But never fall: don't water cruelty! Sprung from the dark tombs of county jail 6, Back to corners of Mission and Market, Back up to tents of Tenderloin to mix Medicine wrapped in sympathy blankets. Listen to the night children make music! Sirens, screams, sighs, drums, gunshots compete with Violence drones as fetid air hangs thickly - Fog and Fentanyl smothers quiet breath The street sucks the life blood from cold blue veins: Streets fall poisoned by that on which they feed.