To eat or to heat, that is the question.

Whether tis better to eat to make my heart still beat but

anyway freeze my stiffening bones in my own home for

lack of heat gives pause for thought.

It ought not to have come to this.

To eat or to heat ? Perchance I could do both, alas I cannot.

It comes to pass that I must choose one but not the other

unlike those brotherly shareholders who rub their grubby

hands together like demons in the night.

Where is the light of hope that gives succour and scope to

the voiceless like us?

To some beans still means Heinz, but come let us find

an alternative on the shelves of despair.

Does Government care, know what real hunger is?

Can they hear the empty stomachs rumble, do they fear

the grumble of insurrection?

This isn’t Ethiopia or Eritrea, its Eastlands and East Ham.

No feasting here just self-enforced fasting while the lights go out.

Who planted this seed of inflation which grows higher each

day producing only thorns and thistles for consumption?

Some help themselves and steal what food they can.

Others join queues at foodbanks where deposits grow thin and

withdrawals reveal the state of our nation as the economy

tanks but ministers blow raspberries and fuck off on a

donor’s paid vacation.

Where is the fire of hope to raze food inequality to the ground?

Time for Jesus to return: burn the conglomerates, the cartels,

the corrupt. Set up a vast bakery, churn out 5000 loaves a second,

a reckoning for Hovis and Warburtons.  

To eat or to heat that is the question.

When gas and leccy prices go through the roof who is left to

grasp the truth of cost or the cost of truth?

Of honesty squeezed like a weeping lemon from dividends,

where power companies are a shower of shysters hiding in

their ivory tower gone suddenly blind and deaf

to the poor, the hungry, the weak, who seek

only the comfort of heating, the necessity of eating.

Meanwhile government twiddles its greasy fingers, its new leader

drowns in pools of her own verbal shite fooling no-one

confusing even herself with her riddles

of VAT cuts or the tampering of tax rates.

Such is her self-delusion with integrity and facts her

measurement of justice and right is a blight to common sense.

An illusion.

And so the want goes on.

To eat or to heat that is the question.