Welfare Was Never Meant To Be Permanent
Is there dignity,
Who don't seem to care
What of the welfare?
Life is said to be fair
But is it too fair?
When we do have to
sleep empty in stomach
Told that too much is a waste
But do we have to taste?
What of the state?
That don't seem to care
What of us on welfare?
The ones who can't share
Is there any fun in death of us?
Who live in pain
And die in vain
Only to realize that there was no gain
What is said to be life
When we survive by one knife
When we are told home is where
our heart is
But our heart is not at ease
When you are told,
by those who are cold
Who sell us
Maybe we were never sold
because Welfare was never meant
to be permanent
But we survive by it
And worst part is that we
don't have parents...............
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