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The News At Ten

In London A young woman walks the streets Laddered tights Swollen feet. Sells her body So her kids can eat. Is She the one to Blame? In Gambia A man so poor Addicts his children To Heroine To keep their bellies Full within. He works all day and night How are they meant to live. When all he earns Is all he gives. Is he the one to Blame? In Glasgow An underground society A depth of drugs So high their free A family bond A unity The streets alive with poverty. Yet people see what they want to see. Are they the ones to Blame. In India How can it be? that a country where beliefs are strong. Through religious eyes they could see. How cruel their flesh and blood could be. When 3 girls aged 3-8 Awaited such an awful fate. Were tortured, raped and murdered. Then thrown into a well. How could that man, then pray to God To save his soul from Hell. Was he to Blame? In Pakistan Many marry very young To a person they don't know For love will come Throughout the years Each seed you plant will grow. Yet some are beaten everyday Raped in their own beds. For her husband held all the power In the hands she'd come to dread. To live a life just like a slave Is that not hell on earth? To have a body without a soul Never knowing what it's worth. She was Modest and good She worshiped Allah each day. But her culture stole her religion away. Was she the one to Blame? In America A Mother hates her child so As depressions eats away her soul She couldn't stay to hear him cry. She drank so much The years flew by Her child un loved yearned for his Mum. Her hatred like vomit Churned with the Rum. No one knew or realised how much the child had the eyes of her rapist Who stole her pride. Two lives that led to suicide. Was she to Blame? Us We live Despite our contradictions Selfish morals Our self inflictions If kindness Made you rich or poor. Would we feel such pain Would there be a war. It doesn't matter where you live Flag or countries name. Open up your eyes All poverties the same. Did we not create this world Are we not all to Blame?

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