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Aug 5
If I was lucky and had aΒ Β choice to leave the UK
I go tomorrow for this country hold no hope
or future for the
poor
Swamped by the rich of this country who get
richer by the day on the sweat and tears of the families who are paid
peanuts
They punish people out of work when they no In truth there are too few jobs to go around kids going hungry while they live lives of luxury
spoiled
They've labelled the poor disabled vulnerable as scroungers like a which hunt when It's they who fiddle expensive
rip people
off
And they want my vote to
forget about It this used to be a great country but this present government has turned It back to Victorian
days kid begging on the street
I have to ask myself have do they have no shame evidently not no feelings do they have this country Is finished all but for the
rich I have
feelings
and would rather be poor than to live the life of these pompous spoiled brates who call themselves government most of
whom where
born
with a silver spoons In there mouths all I say Is God help us all the poor disabled
the vulnerable and most of all our poor starving children of our once great
country
Johnny walker
Written by
Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
(66/M/Grantham)   
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