Dear God, how perfect some are . People give up , they have so little self esteem , they sink into a form of depression, if they are on benefits they are attacked daily, they are not the hard working British families the government keep on and on about, they are the lazy benefit cheats the Daily Mail and Sun attack , they don't live in Lilac Avenue or Cherry Tree Close, many are the child victims of the thatcher years , their children don't go to a free school , have violin lessons, the mothers don't belong to book reading groups, they are treated as the under class by the government , and certaintly by some here.
If I lived their lives I would reach for a bag of chips or packet of biscuits before a bloody pear .
These people cry, love, fear, dream, laugh, feel pain too, what they don't have is hope