SUFFERERS PRESSURE

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
deprived, suffering, depression, hard times, bombs,tramps,homelessness

Submitted: June 05, 2012

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Daybreaks through, aint got no money, don’t know where to turn.

Times are hard, and many turn to crime,

To buy the things that they want .

There’s politicians who are governing the land,

If you rebel they will cut you down,

You’ve got the sufferers dying from wants,

And older people die when heavy pressure’s on.

 

Evening comes down, enjoy the bite they call supper.

Cause’ soon there’ll be a time, when we’ll have no bread, no butter.

Well……

The little money that you have to live,

is from a charity,

The government shall give.

To all those sufferers dying from wants,

And older people die when heavy pressure’s on.

 

Night comes down, restless are many a sufferer.

Tramps make their beds, on the streets in a desolate corner.

And in the dirt and the grime, they sleep.

Where only rats will be their company.

All politicians say is ‘don’t worry’;

But they don’t care about our sanity.

 

With neutron bombs, they have fun.

Atomic bombs, we all run.

With germ warfare, we’ll be done, for you and me,

They don't care at all

The emphasis is all about WAR!

 

 


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