A Misplaced Life…

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With only a fiver in her pocket,

And the kids all got holes in their shoes,

She wondered how she would manage,

To clothe them all for school.

She walked the streets by night,

Trying to pick up a few tricks,

The kids at home lay sleeping,

Dreaming of fish and chips.

They huddled together in her bed,

Whilst she walked alone in the rain,

Selling her body for pennies,

Humming lullaby’s to end the pain.

Oh where will her story end?

Will she always be societies dregs?

What good can come from politics?

When they’re all walking around in threads?

How will she ever manage?

Can anybody really foresee?

Is her destiny already written?

Or will society set her free?

 

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