See them sitting in the rain As the sky is darkening Three lines of traffic edge past The ministry of social affairs At a junction, on the ground An amputee and a pregnant hound Sit by young men with withered arms As if death had already passed Through every alleyway and left A million beggars’ silhouettes Near where the money-changers sit By their locked glass cabinets What’s happened? Let’s go and ask The ministry of social affairs Near where the money-changers sit By their locked glass cabinets