Mistaken Identity

 

     Some years ago,

I wrote a letter of hope,

It was addressed to you as if,

     As if you cared how people felt,

It talked of young people  – their world

And our fears for their future,

And begged of you a look at

Alternative realities,

     Alas,

I should have saved the money

For the stamp!

 

     Four years,

Four years it took to realize

The shame of British Politicians

As they vie for who controls,

Who has more money

And who can suck the bankers cock –

The best,

     And none,

Are worth the vote

Of youngsters fresh from

Schooling,

     None,

Speak of a people

Now fearful of the world

In which they live,

 

     Eighteen youngsters

Across the borders of Wales

Took their own lives,

     And more and more

Each month are ending

Their life prospects

In the local A & E,

And the government

Make promise to cure Ebola

And fight terrorism,

To halt global warming

And save the animals

Of the world we owe

Our children,

     But behind our backs

They’re operating charities

That do not even exist.

 

     I wrote a letter to you,

I hoped you could

See the sacrifice a Veteran

Is willing to make for

Our youngest folk,

But it’s not worth it no more,

When people live in fear

And all politicians are

Nothing but fake,

And our youngest folk,

Those tired before

Their first score year,

Are killing themselves

And visioning suicide

As the only validity

In a world full of hate,

Where the champagne flows

In Downing Street,

While people,

Sick with fear,

Are drinking the leftovers

Of fracking;-

     And tears!

 

 

Michael J Waite 20th October 2014.