Though a rich man I may be,
Within my life's a cavity,
A hole with which I'll never fill,
The speed of man without the wheel,
The family living over there, work so hard for an equal share,
Unemployed is what they are, without a television,phone or car,
His wife disabled that's no lie,
"Scrounge off the nation all the time"
My neighbours discreetly scowl and stare,"look at They're scruffy face and hair", "They have no money not even shoes", "why should we work to pay their dues",
I thought about this seriously and I can see how judgemental folks can be.
Although disabled that woman is, she washes by hand happily,
no debt or loan do they have by name. no secret fiddling, not on the game.
If you say I work and pay tax for them, then take your time and think again. There's lots of people with so much cash, especially Cameron with his stash.
if you want to take your anger out, then take it on them with plenty, create a world that shares the wealth, helping those without good health.
Eight millionaires in the cabinet are not good leaders for us all, They don't care about you, they're never likely to share they're money pool.
A country that cuts from the weak, is the poorest country of them all, inhumane, unhappy, with a nasty streak. A man and woman, so desperate for suicide, from a government that's guilty of genocide.
Thursday, 10 November 2011
Think Again
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
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