A Peoples Trust Replaced by Sorrow

 

 

     What has life become here upon this world?

Why have we become so soured in our endeavours?

Why is flesh and bone considered expendable,

While brass and paper - treasured?

     Why have governments forgot

Whom they actually govern for?

As peoples go wasted both in heart

And physical form,

Why is it we look only

To celebrities, to gather in

New norms,

 

Why do we put up with this,

Why do we bother at all,

As life seeps like broken water pipes,

Dripping every soul,

Why through clenched teeth,

Do they govern so bloody hard,

As teenage suicides increase in frequency,

And mothers give up their babes,

Why is it they never seem

To have an ear,

To every man’s concern,

How to lay a table for their families,

While ministers pocket Gold!

 

Two and three,

Maybe four houses for a politician,

While a family of four

Are crammed within a box,

Benefits reduced to nothingness,

And this god forsaken bedroom tax,

There’s nothing that in truth

They govern for,

Except to fill their deepest pockets,

While men with similar aptitudes,

Can never find a job,

 

They think they’re smart

And look down upon the poor,

And a hundred quids a meal for them,

While a weekly income for a labourer,

And those poor poor poor disabled,

Now the butt of every scorn,

For dividing this UK community,

They’ll run rings around us all,

As they gather int upon each

And every neighbour,

To be used in sell out courts,

 

Why have you who sit and sleep

In Westminster,

     Made enemy of your people?

Why forgo peoples concern,

For the sake of strangling

Life itself?

     You’ll recruit

The new blood from

Lines and lines of unemployed,

The odds and sods – the labour force,

And we would even die for you,

But still we can’t afford a home.

 

We’re born here

And we didn’t ask as such,

For if we knew we wouldn’t come,

Where freedom grace and liberty,

Has been took from every man,

You’ve made alien of your populous,

You’ve made mistrust

The brand new word,

Now behind closed doors

You’re listening to,

Everybody’s tears,

You’ve beaten till we’re

Black and blue,

Our trust in those who rule,

And yet we have your same aptitude

But now we’re living very hard,

 

The young people are begging

For their futures,

While the pensioners

Die in homes,

And still you’re haggling

Over oil,

     While feeding shit upon the masses,

It’s nothing more than

Defining selves

As top of every class,

And still you do not feel

The hurt,

     Behind every scream

Of suicide,

And when upon

The world rough justice

Calls,

     You’ll pay your authority

A bribe,

Then convince yourselves

The public interest,

Should be fed by lies,

 

We trusted you for so long

But tyranny’s becoming more apparent,

And it’s so sad,

Because there is no better together

Any more,

We’re all in cells

Defined as solitary,

As surveillance targets all.

 

Michael J Waite 18th February 2014.