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The bus driver takes my fifty pence
as I tell him my destination
young kids fight on the upper deck
causing mischief was their intention,
A young mum holds the buggy tight
as she struggles up the steps
I offer my hand to assist her
she refuses stopped by her pride,
I sit next to an old man
who informs me his name is Bill
he fought in a war and now he is blind
but he can really see,
He told me about the way things were
a future that should of been so bright
government red tape and bigots at the desk
make out he is committing a crime,
He wants to have some fun before he dies
we surely owe him that
if it were not for him and his comrades in arms
perhaps we would not have a life,
I looked over at him
saw the tear in his eye
held his hand as I went to leave
and said, "Sir, it is people like you I admire"
I held my head low as I walked to my house
saddened by the world that we live in
where people can fight to save our lives
only to be ignored by the ones who sent them.
John Mcleod
Author note; The people who rule my country do not give enough state benefit for the elderly, some of these people fought in wars to make this country what it is today. Why do they not recognise this? Why do they not help these people to enjoy the rest of their lives by making sure that they have enough money to live on?
At times I am ashamed to be british, these people deserve the best that we have to offer......
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