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A World Few Know.
.
A subterranean world
Deep in the bowels of the ground 
Unseen by the city above
One that seems not to care
Where there isn’t much love
.
Broken children huddle together
In their makeshift holes
Trying to grt back their lives
The parents stole
Runaways the authorities hate
And pursue
The kids are an embarrassment
The kids scrounge
 For what ever they can get
And sniff glue
. 
A board across an open sewer
For a bed will do
Rags for clothes
Cardboard in their shoes
.
In one case
The police poured petrol
Down the drains
And set it alight
A seven year old
Burned to death in pain
For the Police in that country
Killing kids was just a game
.
And who cares if the live or die
This is not Victorian times yesterday
This is happening now all over the world
But the world turns away
.
What good is an Iphone or a PC
When you can’t afford to eat
You live in a stinking hole in the ground
And beg on the street
And we regard ourselves as civilized
Is this what it has come to
Open your eyes.
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Peter Dome©2020.

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