The sick
The disabled
The elderly
The young
Are to be
Punished
The scourge
Has begun.
Labour government
That once
Proudly stood
For the weak
The vunerable
The ill the poor
Benefit cuts
Death to follow.
Work sets you free
Chillingly echoes
Same voice
Same philospholy
In real terms
Disguised
Behind stastistics
Economic lies.
Austerity doesnt work
History repeats
Premature deaths
Suicides creep
Upward and outward
Throughout this isle
Its not what they voted for
Bodies they pile.
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We look for the easy way but find that it is not what we thought as it all comes down to money and there isn't enough to go around. A poem that drives its point home. Nicely done
thanking you
Very valid points and issues raised at what is to come from labour and no doubt many will suffer the effects of the cuts, but if we are honest there are many many people taking out of the system that should not be, and just maybe if they had not being that for many years, there would be enough money for those who genuinely need it, well written write that makes it point
many thanks
You are very welcome
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