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Unemployed


How hateful it is living in poverty.
Every day begging, pleading, wanting,
Needing, hungry, empty, angry, frustrated.
Never knowing where to turn, you run
As far into a corner as you can.
Away from it all, curled up in a ball
Of your own mysery.
Modern living - Huh!

The elite and even the workers
Think we like to be idle
As we sidle up to get our charity.

You just want to cry
Or lie down and die
We don`t want it this way
We want to work every day.
We could walk then with pride
We would not have to hide
Our shame.
Who`s to blame for I can`t see
Why it should me - Me.







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