On my way home i stepped in a pile of hair
Cut from the head of a poor girl
For a richer one to wear
Tell me if this is not a case of slaver and enslaved
When the wealthy can have instantly
What for years the poor have saved.
Blinded by camera flashes, celebrity culture
The guilty, vain don't see
They're the worst kind of vulture.
And so neglected, this discarded pile of hair
It would break the poor girl's heart
To see the rich one leave it there.
Tuesday 14 December 2010
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