At last. My "May 2015" trilogy is complete!
Now perhaps, I can get down to some proper prose
May 2015 part 3
The wickedness of Iain Duncan Smith
The dispossessed
The depressed
Whose homes have been
Re-possessed
The disabled
The mentally ill
The long term unemployed
Raised from the ashes
Of the scrap heap
To be demonized and ridiculed
And labelled
And subjected to the
Meanest of means testing
By jobsworths on the
minimum wage
The countless casualties
Of the callous calamity
Born apparently from the necessity
Of austerity
The incompetence of the
department
That sends letters
declaring
Dying cancer victims
“Fit for work”
Diabetics unable to chill
Their insulin
No electricity = no refrigeration
That’s what you get
For being late for your
appointment
The thirteen year old kid
Whose dad had a stroke
Was treated like the
punchline
Of a sick joke
Only it’s not a
fucking joke
His dad died
ATOS killed him
YOU killed him
And those who voted for
you
And support you
And attempt to justify your
crusade
Just take a minute to
reflect
PEOPLE ARE DEAD!
Who otherwise would
still be alive
And whilst you remain
rigorous
And rigid in your
determination
To ultimately destroy
The concept of the
welfare state
They will
KEEP ON DYING
Until in the end all that’s left
Are the fit and healthy
Perfect fodder
For a lifetime of
enforced
Low paid labour
Is that your plan?
You wicked
Wicked man!
