The government,
Its all a lie...
Guileless fingers, etching prayers on my face,
blotting out sunlight with whispers of grace...
*This poem is about the problems in Africa, the...
Children with their whole lives ahead of them...
Conscious is he when he's told
Of the glorious pot of gold...
I can't sleep because of you
I know my sister can't sleep too...
I watch you day in and day out.
You claim that you are pure, with your stupid...
Tormented and confused
Wondering what horror will happen next...
Sitting at the table
Dinners almost done...
Have you ever heard
A wealthy stay at home mum with a nanny...
Switch on the old grey box,
its almost 6 on the great clock...
I'm so sorry
I cant be perfect...
My butt\'s too big & my chest too small,
My thighs & stomach are fat, nothing\'s right...