These days we often worry whether we can eat or starve bills and debts piling up No holiday to the Algarve. Food banks loom, it's a God send when nothing is left to eat While the rich get fatter of this land The poor are battered and beat. As! We try to rob Peter to pay Paul Nowadays bills come first Children are going hungry From when they are very small. Governments screw the poor taxes have to be paid the rich get richer, the poor hemmed down Under the breadline they have made. Hard working families deteriorate luxuries non-existent or rare children do not understand Why the table is often bare. As the Years come and slowly go We wonder will things get better? Prices rise, money is tight The World of the fated debt letter. Jobs are scarce in impoverished Towns benefits are into reform but the hardest hit are the working class They suffer, it's the norm. What is left for our Children's future? When little or no work is around even for the highly educated In menial jobs are bound. We have to live in hope be positive every day you get your say at voting time But do we get our way?.
My name is William Sinclair Manson. I am 60 years young, I am Scottish but now living in a small village in England. I have been blogging for many Years but recently joined Wordpress and I love it. I have made many new dedicated friends here and hope to meet more around the World.