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Forgotten Lives

Forgotten lives. Happiness is an odd thing I have been watching a program called “Benefit Street” where poor people try to make a living out of poverty and chaos Roma, English, Irish and Polish people live there trying to make a living out of old iron. There are laughter and smile and occasionally anger but they survive and now we want their dignity by reducing any help by those who keep the nation falling into utter despair. Because one day soon they will come knocking on your door throws you out and move in. You can treat poor people badly a long time, but not all the time they will back and crush you and your privileges like a smeared paper napkins flying in the wind

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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