A Nation Full of Frustration

Representing a nation, to consumed by war and invasion Who neglect the homeless and leave them to sleep in a box on the floor of a railway station, no hopes no dreams or money, struggling to remember a time when they had a hot meal in their tummies wishing back to when they was a baby in the arms of their mummies, for them life’s not funny, so down and depressed, with no help from the government not one ounce of interest. For them every night spent is frightened but their sole survivors, the only warmth coming from the flickering flames of their lighters. We’re all represented by people, to consumed by tax and inflation, a government who bought millions into financial frustration, a country so hungry it’s dying of starvation. we’re a nation that’s crippled ruled by men who are fickle and I thought man kind was suppose to be civil.