He walked on an edge where thousands followed,
An edge where no one ever asked to walk on.
A place with no future.
A place with small promise.
An atmosphere covered in sick scented smoke.
A lifestyle forced to be lived,
Losing merely a thousand pounds per day.
The lack of freedom,
Surrounded by the thick black smoke of howling chimneys.
Caged up like animals,
Fed on a schedule.
Treated like no more than a piece of garbage.
Thousands could only think about death.
Many seasons passed,
Several years dragged by.
Few lives were spared,
But the rest had died.