The wickedness of Iain Duncan Smith

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!