Sunday, 25 January 2015


Atos don't give a toss,
Even when their decisions cause the loss, of life.
You can, if you like, read about the hundreds that have taken their life,
After an Atos assessment found them fit for work,
but not fit for compassion.

Letters declaring 'fit for work' to souls on their death beds,
It doesn't get colder than that.
What rat sat in an office and sanctioned that?
Benefits stopped, life line, support.
Who ever thought, this was progress.
One man starved to death at home alone, after they cut him off.
Unplugged him from the main supply,
his measly £57 a week back in the pot, for what?

Not a medical qualification in sight
Yet they think they have the right to decide your fate based on their 'clinical knowledge'.
Clinical as an adjective means unemotional and scientifically detached,
How apt!

In a war with the poor, ill and disabled.
There are only casualties on one side.
The pen is mightier than the sword.
No need for gas chambers here,
progress is slow but steady
And the Tories are always ready
with new buzz words to justify their acts.

I bet the job description for an Atos worker reads,
We're looking for a cold hearted judgemental bastard with a strong lack of compassion.
Must have delusions of grandeur and a slight God complex but still be a stickler for government rules and regulations.
The successful candidate mustn't hold humanity in high regard
If my only option was a job like that, I'd rather starve.

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