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.
T
