BRITAIN 2014

He sits on the street

With his cup at his feet,

Hoping someone will help –

Give him change.

Such a very young man

Doesn’t quite understand

Why he’s homeless and lost,

It feels strange.

*

So he shoulders the blame,

The despair and the shame,

As he begs for his food,

For subsistence,

While the ‘good and the wise’

Swallow media-fuelled lies,

And reprimand him

 For existence.

*

But he once had a home,

Didn’t live all alone,

He had family and friends,

Just like you;

But that all fell apart,

And its broken his heart,

He’s lost everything good

That he knew.

*

And there’s thousands like him.

Cast aside on a whim,

Ignored and abused –

On insruction;

They are hungry and cold,

 Their whole future’s been sold

By a government bent

On destruction.

About Carole Anne Rogers

I have opinions and like to share them. My views are my own. I am a visionary artist. a musician, writer, a philosopher and a poet. Our band can be found here: www.soundcloud.com/criminal-suicide-limited www.wordpress.com/caroleannejones @CARogersNo1 @CriminalSuicide caroleannerogers111@gmail.com
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