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The Boys and Girls Club of London (Other) by OneFingerAnswer
She held his hand as she walked through the dirty streets. She had no no
worries now with his promises of warm meals and soft beds. She had
overheard her friends recieve simular promises and they had never came
back. Surely they must be happy if they hadn't returned. Maybe she'd
even get to see some of them again. The thought of such a reunion added
a skip to her small step. He continued on smirking at her joy. Soon they
came to smaller streets that she had never seen before. He lead her up
one last ally way and in through a small door. Through the door she
could hear the last clips of conversations disappear from frightened
faces as the large man lead her in. They all stared at her in sorrow as
he turned and left. Soon as he was gone the largest of the boys stepped
up.
We in the chimmney
You on the machine
Soon you'll feel a new hunger
'tis unlike any you've yet seen
Not in your stomach
But in heart and soul
You feed not your mind
Making patchwork and scrubing coal
Then another stepped forward rubbing his blackened head. Having reached
nine he was the eldest. He spoke softly and with resignation.
He speaks the truth
We have no fun
But we do have porridge
When the job is done
And no longer do we seach
And it no longer enters my head
That I may be chased at night
When a household objects to their door being my bed
A hard nosed girl then came forth. She pushed the older boy and he did
not resist.
Your porridge is thick water
Made from the same dust that you sweep
And the bed you speak of
Is the perfect place for mice to sleep
Such a bed I share with many
And only 'cause I am kind
Else four others would sleep
In what ever pile they might find
Then another child came up. His face covered in tumors still wore a
smile. He held her hand as he walked her to a small stash of hay poking
through its wrapping of linen.
Together we keep warm
Things are not all that bad
For that little warmth
Is more than what I once had
I have no fear of hunger
For thin meals fill a thin bod'
And I have no fear of the end
For loving lives please loving God
The girl was scared for the boy but could not form a frown in front of
such a happy smile. She considered what she had learned and decided that
she had been naive bit that she had lost nothing. She thought may yet
find friends in this bunch. Then came a hush as a small boy was rushed
into the room with a large smile on his face.
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