I went to the library,To find some information‘Bout this bloke called Dickens,And the time of impoveration
So I sat down in the archivesAnd with an old newspaper to readIt was full of all these storiesThat were very sad indeed
Children, they were starving Coz their parents had moneyDiseases spread through the peopleLike the rising waters of a deadly Tsunami
Rich folk just got richerWhile the poor were paid so badCounting their money without thought for the safetyOf the common old working class lad
Politicians did not careFor the plight of the common setBlaming them for the place they were inIt was their fault they were so heavily in debt
There was a palatable social divideBetween the with and those withoutThe right environment for criminal gangsAnd a government with corruption throughout
I was shock at the state of poor people’s livesAt the time when Charles was writing awayI was stunned to my core when I looked at the dateAnd realised the paper was only been purchased today