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This England

<  This England..
Where the streets are paved with gold.
Or,so we're told!
This England..
Filled with so much hate and greed,
Where eyes are closed to those in need.
Where a healthy life is the modern way.
That is,of course,if you can pay.
A land with riches in the south,
Whilst northern folk live hand to mouth.
Where the kids have turned to smack and dope,
Because their future's drained of hope.
Where young girls whore,so their kids can eat
And the press still squirm at princely feet.
This England..
Where children walk the streets at night
And no-one cares about their plight.
This Ancient Isle of Albion
Where it's all for none
And one for one.>

Copyright © David Somerville | Year Posted 2012

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  1. Date: 1/31/2016 7:04:00 PM

    WELL DONE..............SKAT
  1. Date: 8/9/2012 5:21:00 AM

    A belated welcome to PoetrySoup I offer you today David. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Hoping you find even more inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love, Carol 08/09/2012
  1. Date: 8/5/2012 4:31:00 PM

    So perfect. This whitewashing done for the sake of the olympics is making me sick
  1. Date: 8/5/2012 4:30:00 PM

    So perfect. This whitewashing done for the sake of the olympics is making me sick
  1. Date: 8/4/2012 2:30:00 PM

    The real England still EXISTS ! Just venture out of the sh..e of towns !
  1. Date: 8/4/2012 7:31:00 AM

    wow! such a bleak view. as an american, i guess i see only the touristy parts and, even though i've been there a few times, i guess i never saw the poverty you describe so well. great poem!
  1. Date: 8/4/2012 5:40:00 AM

    harsh but true, nice write David xx

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