fauxcroft

Flickering light and damp walls

Mould growing up towards,

The ceiling where it spreads it’s spores for all,

To breathe in due to the atmospheric pall,

And in these conditions people live

There health is poor but they have to deal with it,

This is not humanitarian

This is not an acceptable way for any being,

To have to live there lives,

Not that society cares

For it is not a place that is equal or fair,

And any sense of kindness is rare

In this place where the is no bright lights and clean air.

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