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the lost class

The lost class I was watching a program called “Vera” when I recalling I once I lived in the northwest of England. What I remember best was the greyness of the place. A council estate for the poor and working-class Which often is the same. Young skulking men with nothing to do their eyes told me they had given up this was their life. Young girls dress for dance hoping to get married For love and a sittee and on the list for housing, but to do this They had to be pregnant with one of the young men in the street. There are no flowers here and, a few gardens are a dumping place for prams and broken toys. They were not educated the system responsible does not care To give the young a proper education, they are cannon fodder anyway. A generation dumped before they were born. Education for all should be free, mandatory a duty Only then will roses grow and beauty not vandalized by those Who has lost respect, and for those whose meaning of life meant nothing?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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