Poem -

Let’s Not Even Go There ..

if this doesn't speak for itself .. I dunno what would

Why should they
be so disproportionally wealthy ..
Pretending
to be someone else, while others
starve in droves
on filthy streets being themselves ..
And why,
just because a few can kick a ball
around a field
for ninety minutes, should they all
be millionaires
even before they are old enough
to legally vape
or to vote, while others seem to
spend their entire
working life saving the lives of others ..

  
 

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Rory McGinlay

Title alone made me laugh, I don't know if it was meant to 

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Neville

If I'm honest and I always try to be .. then no .. but if it made you even smile, or think, then I'm okay with that .. cheers .. Neville 

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Bernadete van d...

Hello, hello Neville! The title grabbed my attention, it sure did.
And the subject “justice” is very dear to me, hence the need to write my Ripple on the Water & Anchor Me. 
You did a good job here Neville. B 

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Neville

Thank you B .. I shall go check your ink will probably be dry by now .. Neville 

P.S .. I already checked didn't I .. Cool both of em .. Neville 

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Neville

You can beat an egg but you just can't beat old ink .. 

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