View From A Roof Top

I lived in mortal fear of nuclear attack, poisoned snack, talking back to others bigger than me, of falling from that tree, of having to be seen by computers and those behind the screen with fingers that point to negative signs and jailbirds who learned nothing from doing time, from crossing roads and people that explode bombs next to doors that throw blood onto walls and leave families without dad or mum, not that this makes me feel sad or dumb just impossibly blank without nothing so clear but feel that I fear, the terror that waits outside past my gate, up my street from my home or by just being late, at the job that I hate but will never leave for fear of being left with a life to live and no one to give just one hoot that I don't have a pot or a bed let alone a roof from which I can see the dawn break through and I no longer know which is up or is down just that everything scared me, even a trip into town, where the kids with tones like their mobile phones all lip for a minute whilst friends are around, then they curse and they swagger with a grin like a Tiger that's stalking it's prey that can no longer say I'm the brightest light in the jungle.