Here is a poem I just wrote. I’ve had a really hard day and I woke from a migraine with the first few lines in my head. I apologise if this offends anybody as it is political and I don’t aim to offend. I needed to voice some frustration I had going on inside me. I cannot abide by anything or anyone that demeans my fellow citizens, I believe we all have a story, a reason for why we are where we are, in the world, in our lives. I also feel strongly that we are not the ones to blame for the failings of our country, and that we should perhaps ‘look up’ at the people in positions of power a little more often, and not down at the person on the street. (There is a little swearing, again, I apologise if I offend).
Here it is….
Don't Knock On My Door (The ballad of South Thanet) You think you know what it's like But you don't know what it's like To be worried if your gonna pay your rent You are bent Just like all the others Those rich public schoolboys With pound signs flashing in their eyes It's no surprise You wanna exploit us pretend you are just like us But your not You're a banker You're a fucking smug faced wanker With your Cheshire Cat faced smirk You've never witnessed the real hurt The pain of our desperate neighbours You act like you came to save us From European bureaucracy And the one-way doors that once were our seas You use working class fears To control whilst sipping on beers Smoking fags like you shun cancer fears Because you're a working class man A fella that does what he can To save us from all the immigrants Taking our jobs, depriving our infants Of schools and of healthcare Benefits and welfare And I love my cultural home We don't really need to be alone Just because they go to a mosque Doesn't mean that in them we can't trust And some of my friends they are Sikh Some of the nicest guys you will ever meet Terrorism and religion do not equate It's psychopath's that are preaching that hate And like those messed up brainwashing cretins Who slaughter the masses without any regretting They manipulate, and spread their hate To the vulnerable and before it's too late They are knocking on doors Infecting your pores With their warped vision of the truth Please don't let this harm our youth You don't know what it's like You will never know what it's like Be Kind Lis 2015