They sat shivering in the basement flat
damp and mould covered walls
mum held her two children very tightly
trying to keep warm and dry
no comforts her benefits had been cut
any family to her the door was shut!
Left home at fifteen fell for an older man
who showed kindness in the beginning
gave her a child then became ill and died
was just sixteen and for her had cared
his family rejected them just as her own
on the streets with a baby all alone!
Found herself now poorly treated abused
soon realised she was pregnant again
roamed the streets until she found help
a charity cared for them until the baby
was a few months old but funds were short
the council assistance urgently sought!
Desperate feeling suicidal told had to wait
funding taken away for now try a friend
ended up here in the wretched filthy squat
cowering going repidly out of her mind
drug users satisfied their adiction close by
drunks used it as a toilet so wanted to cry!
Within her had a tough will could not give up
had two babies to think about now
only had each other determined from then on
to make a better life for the three
came up from the depths of despair with hope
knew from then on could cope!
In the bright lights of London a family observed
a young woman frail yet was still smiling
never giving up there must be kindness around
they came over offering their support
in a culture of destitution and the welfare system
decimated having lost its humanity rhythm!
Months really seemed like years she wondered
in her own warm clean room
children safe both serene unaware of their plight
a short time ago found themselves in
how many there were not so fortunate still living
amongst those who were unforgiving!
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