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Aug 2013
Hungry and homeless
oh what a mess,
but don't believe everything that you would read,
to be fed or to feed
to be led or to lead
to sit and beg with a dog on a lead
is it greed?
do we need explanation
is the state of the nation so sad
did we ever have what we thought that we had
or is it really that bad that we just cannot look?

Close the book
don't read any more
stay behind
your locked front door.
What do you care whether or not people share
you're an autocrat
a fattened cat
a rat
and something else that rhymes with that.

Homeless and hungry and your tongues hanging out,
Food?
You've forgotten what the taste of food's all about
Home?
Is a place by the river,on a bench where your fingers are clenched against the cold and the night
it'll be alright
the Government say so,
so you know
that's the truth.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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