Recession trends
It’s Twitters news
Job Centres busy
Full of queues.
The middle ‘squeezed’ beyond their means
The bankers’ bonus busting seams
The poor are left out of the fight
Their plight kept hidden out of sight
It’s mumbled but there’s little done
Who cares when votes need to be won
Lose your job then ‘scrounge’ they shout
We’ll knock you down
We’ll flush you out
We’ll beat you down with policies
We’ll crush you with atrocities
Votes on marriage another ploy
As countries threaten to destroy
We’ll join their fight ignore our own
As Europe falls
With billions owed
Not understood but ever near
Shouted loud despite our fears
Of starving
Freezing,
Getting by
Despaired we live
In squalor cry
Eviction letters through the door
As council tax and rent bills soar
The private landlords reap rewards
While workers march demanding more
Bedrooms victims of a ‘tax’
MPs stabbing in the back
The people whose vote got them there
Yet none take time to really care
The sick ignored, their cries are drowned
Disabled rights kicked to the ground.
The NHS means nowt no more
As private firms beat down its door.
Energy prices rise and soar
Their profits keeping no one warm
The students plight a stabbing poke
At those who bought the words once spoke
Free schools and academies
Reforms a backward remedy Food banks spring up overnight
While people slave for Workfares right
They take away our dignity
Instigate insanity
Masses and classes
Where once was war
Now friendly chatter at the door
Just where are those prepared to stand To stand and fight take back this land To help the young just sarting out Protect the old not dying out.
Once riots would be running rife
Defending those who live this life
Of fear, compulsory poverty,
As we settle for complacency
While those who lie, who cheat, who steal
Are busy making backroom deals
Smirking saying they know best
They’re not to blame
…unlike the rest.
They know there’s nothing we can do
They’ll make and break they’ll bend the rules
So we need to fight
show we disapprove
Cos’ they’ll screw us all
and blame us too!
Reah Roberts ©2013
Tales From Behind A Cushion 