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I hear the sound of bells and sirens, wired alarmed and face to face. Intruder in exclusion zone, looking for a sleeping place. Locks and clocks and iron bars, barking dogs, securicars, electric light and concrete grass. Getting scared to even ask. Somewhere to go: without being arrested; without being scared; without being questioned; where somebody cares. Put on screen to serve the public there's the problem now drop the subject. Asked some questions un-requested, next day quietly arrested. Token trials to stop the rumors, hordes of desperate non-consumers in a rush to beat the systematic silencing of their existence. They brought in all their cameras and they made a film about us, about my friends and all their problems, now we're on the television. They made a documentary, showed it late night on TV. Raising audience figures for the regular advertisers. The public conscience shivered, then turned the TV over. This is homelessness delivered too close to home…
