Saturday, 17 September 2011

Filthy pearls.

 Jumpers, handbags, coats and shoes,

       Dirt and ruin, overspilling loos,

           I want, I want, how much can I get?

               When I see broken faces, I am filled with regret.


    A message on facebook, oh look a new tweet,

       Thousands of babies with no food to eat.

         Tesco value meat, yuck, I won't eat that,

          While in Indian slums they dine on a rat.


     A Heat mag subscription, Cosmo is what I need,

        So many desperate and capable yet unable to read.

           I throw things away without any thought,

            Others treasure the rubbish of what I have bought.


      Oh yes I am "kind", really think that I'm helping,

          The bleak reality is, I am lazy, I do nothing.

            Jesus please help me, Lord I so want to be,
  
               A girl who thinks of the lost ones and not only me.

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