Reality
Reality
Its not the picture postcard pure white snow that settles picture postcard neat
Its the deep grey slush of a thousand vehicles that churn it on the street
Its not the picture postcard pure white lambs that frolic while they are able
Its the abattoirs that slaughter them and land them on your table
Its not the happy man outside the school who engaged a child in talking
Its a paedophile on his rounds a hunting and a stalking
Its not the politician being nice and sharing in your loss
Its the same guy who cut your money and he could not give a toss
Reality. I wish it was real.
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