Autumn falls and storm clouds brew
The post each day brings season’s chill
The queue moves on a step or two
The last demand is overdue
It stands unopened on the sill
As autumn falls and storm clouds brew
They stand in file to give their due
A strung-out wait to pay their bill
The queue moves on a step or two
They bow before the mighty few
As folk will starve and cold will kill
As autumn falls and storm clouds brew
They line in order, bang on cue
They know their place and know the drill
The queue moves on a step or two
And when it’s passed, this cry and hue,
The food bank opens, needed still
As autumn falls and storm clouds brew
The queue moves on a step or two
