He was seen
Bottle in hand
Upon the beach
Feet in sand.
The letter
That took benefits away
Cold and cruel
In a scripted way.
A glass eyed stare
That never saw his pain
His disability
In his brain.
Depression fought
Another losing day
Thoughts of suicide
That never went away.
He had suffered enough
Before the final court
Counselling failed
By government caught.
In its silent
Deadly hand
Economy savings
Throughout the land.
A 25 years old body
Next day washed ashore
An economic saving
As many more.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2025 03:29
- Comment from author about the poem: WAR ON DISABLED IN UK
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Comments2
Wow a tough (subject matter and tone) but moving read. A pleasure as always 🙏🏻🕊️
Many thanks, difficult write but had to be said
Indeed. I agree. 🙏🏻🕊️
Tis true that eliminating the weak, old and disabled is a cost savings but on the other side of the scale a heavy cost. Nicely written
thanking you
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