The Children Of The Slum End Poem by Francis Duggan

The gap between the rich and poor expanding getting bigger by the day
Though some may say that is no strange news that it has always been this way
And the crime rate on the increase as poverty give rise to crime
And the children of the slum end in the jail house spend their time.

They were born to disadvantage never knew enough to eat
Their fathers in jail before them and their mothers worked the street
Just to put food on the table so their children could survive
In the slum end of the city people live to stay alive.

You say all people are equal that is how it ought to be
But tell that to mothers of the slum end and with you they will not agree
Their children can't get employment and their addresses a put down
And they are judged to be inferior those from the slum end of the town.

So few from the slum end make it save for the exceptional few
For every success fifty failures odds of one hundred to two
If you are born in the slum end of success you've little chance
Your address a heavy burden you are doomed by circumstance.

You say all people are equal and to that add in God's eyes
Tell that to the slum end mother she will tell you her three boys
Are in prison for car stealing and her daughters work the street
Just to support their drug habit a habit they can't defeat.

Born into disadvantage doomed to failure and unemployed
May God be with the slum end children they would need him on their side,
You say all people are equal that is how it ought to be
But tell that to the slum end mothers and with you they will not agree.