Victorian Poverty In London
Victorian Poverty In London.
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Slumming it in adverse poverty
In Victorian London’s
Limehouse White Chapel and Bethnal Green
Dingy doss houses packed to the brim
Narrow dirty streets with cobbles
And loud cartwheel din
.
Large families sharing one room
Overcrowded Cold and damp
Many children to one bed
Lit by candle or gas lamp
.
Scavenging for merge food
Just to stay alive
You were old and haggard if you were lucky to live
By the age of forty five
.
Opium dens in Limehouse
And brothels everywhere in the East end
The street Ladies often addicted to gin
Selling their bodies on the shadowy streets
In desperation, although it was a sin
.
For those so poor who couldn’t afford gin
They'd suck on a gin-soaked rag for a farthing
And go hungry and starving
.
Some so poor to afford a doss house
Paid to sleep stood up against a stretched rope
Packed like sardines
With little hope
.
Crime and murder were rife
A Mucher stole from the collapsed drunk
And those with no life
Hanging for murder
And sent overseas to colonies
For pickpocketing or stealing just a loaf of bread
And many before they got there
Were dead
.
Disease was prevalent
Casualties of Cholera and fever
Took there toll
Drinking from the same polluted tap
Took many a soul
.
Workhouses were a way out
For many poor they
Could work and learn a trade
Safe behind the workhouse door
.
The Rowntree foundation
And other charitable trusts
And eduction set ip to help
Then a law was passed
And to get the kids off the streets
Eduction became a must
.
You could be sent to an asylum
For diction epilepsy or mental state
And shamed unmarried mothers
Give their babies to baby farmers for so much a week
Or leave them at the hospital gate
Baby cages hung outside windows
To save space
In an overcrowded place
.
They call it progress today?
But have we really come tath far
Old diseases are on the way back
750 million children go hungry every night
Across the world
Crime has soared and taken flight
Technology may have it’s use
But not a means to an end
We are too reliant and it may be our downfall
And money may be short not enough to spend.
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‘’ It has been estimated at that time and conditions
Then the infant mortality rate was as high as 74% dying Before the age of five. Deemed old at 45.
Education was enforced, as children were often up to mischief
And on the streets, antisocial behavior, and drunkenness There were public Outcries called Hue and cry, resulting in Riots. So a police force was set up to Curb this. They were known as Peelers, after their founder.’’
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Peter Dome©2020.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2020
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