A poem I wrote about recent welfare reform after a chat about it with my mum on Sunday, thanks for the inspiration mum.
When we blame the poor for being poor,
when we make their punishment law,
we abdicate those with more, from any responsibility.
When we talk of scum,of lecherous workless bums,
about what they should become.
We take away their story.
When people speak with passion but a lack of compassion
about dependency and what these people should be.
We forget about how dependent they were on their parents money, how funny.
They don't recognise their would be demise,
without the education, financial protection, influential connections.
Where would they be if we took that off them?