(after William Blake)
I walk the street, impoverished people
do catch my eye,
marks of hardship and woe are on their faces,
whores wander by,
(some once decent women forced to sin) ,
a baby's cry
sounds very helpless and I have pity,
there is some great heartache that I see.
[Reference: 'London' by William Blake.]
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