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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Is it not time yet to end this food bank life And desperate youth killing each others with a knife Short of support, help and education Short of understanding it's not that complicated They don't don't see equality in this society What people see is the have and have nots What poorer sections of society see is how much more Some of the more fortunate have got Paying footballers tens of thousands every week Yet carers, nurses and doctors and public workers Are down on their knees hoping food banks will supply their needs Meanwhile tax evasion is still rife Ignored by a government who have shares in each slice MP's and ministers as corrupt as the corporation bosses at the top Zero hour contracts to keep people down While those at the top do many jobs For an obscene wage for working only a few hours and few days This is how society plays it's game Ensuring the poor lose and the rich gain Causing division, hate and blame Creating classes instead of equality and unity This is sign of a government pathetically failing People living on the street in a so called advanced society Is a sign of failing and a lack of compassion And is a form of neglect and cruelty Which the government dies nothing about Because it treats people lower than them brutally And hope seems to to go by with such futility In the knowledge that nothing will ever change Because we don't do enough to bring this about so on us I guess that's where the shame lays.
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