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May 2015
Woke up this morning to find London on fire, and not the homeless little kids with tears in they eyes.

They stomachs are so empty all they attract are fly’s; they’ll never go to school and remember that smile.

London’s on fire with smoke clouding the sky, you all a bunch of funny people can’t you hear the little homeless children Cry”

This poverty is a disease it eats away like a parasite, she’s only 12 years old and she’s lost her mom and dad.

She’s got 2 brothers and 1 sister to look after it’s so sad, shell never be able to open up a book and read and grow up to be a doctor, and never worry about greed.

Shell walk for 5 hours just to find them something to eat, It hurts all her knees, all this walking and stressing she never prayed for this.

But she never gives up she’s always strong never weak, Poverty is a curse can’t you listen to me.

  
Jidos Reality 10.8.11
JidosReality
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JidosReality  Portsmouth u.k
(Portsmouth u.k)   
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   Arlo Disarray
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