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Jun 24
Rich hearts live in the poorest places.
There isn’t much money,
So your morals are the currency.

A neighbour isn’t a stranger —
A knock on the door
Is an invitation to come and eat.
The whole estate is united
Against the powers that be.

Officers of housing and police —
Quick warnings of their arrival,
So we turn off the lights
And wait until they leave.

Unpaid bills,
Because they’d rather eat.
Council state of mind —
Credit checks mean nothing to me.

Our assurances
Come from the actions that we see,
Unwritten laws
Amongst family.
Lack of money breeds rich hearts.
Written by
Darren Best
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