Go Outside by Lyndsay Burtonshaw

I am not a silent poet

Today, I didn’t want to go outside
haven’t looked at the news
heard regurgitated views
jubilant celebrated despite their barefaced lies
two mansions and no spare space inside?
they dared to tell us – abide by economic doctrine
sit down and heed this mocking
so-called need as we bleed you
with cuts with austerity
not much for the plenty
and outsourced welfare to Atos
they said it would be chaos
without them as the boss
and you’d see the costs be worst off without their cross in your box
but they lied
fat white heads head high with swaggering sickening pride
while people actually died
they couldn’t state why until too late
Oh – and wait
their names weren’t cried
at the state election celebrations at set stations
in mews and roads and avenues in normal towns
once home to normal people, with normal frowns
as they tried to survive…

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