I was inspired to write this after seeing a poem on Instagram by @thelizaparadox who wrote an amazing original poem that rang so true with me. I don’t really do poetry to be honest. It kind of went off on a tangent about how I don’t like the goverment but you know that’s how I am.
I don’t understand why the people in charge
Continue to see us stopped on a march
Or vigil, or protest, or from simply existing
Being someone like me feels like a terrible thing
At times, but I want to speak up
Things need to change, we have had enough
When ninety-seven percent of women are scared
To walk home, alone, in the dark, so prepared
For violence, harrasment, catcalling and shouts
Quickening foosteps behind them might pounce
So we carry keys tightly clenched between fingers
Walk quickly, well lit, flat shoes, don’t linger
This government say they do all that they can
For safety, equality; it’s all in their plan
But we don’t seem to triumph, we are still asking why
And we’re told it’s our fault, chin up, don’t cry
When it’s so hard to find twenty quid a week
To help feed the needy, the poor and the weak
But easy to fund a failing system
Of tracking and tracing covid symptoms
The kids can go hungry, but ministers well fed
With heavily subsidised food and drinks instead
Those who are priveledged will say ‘not my taxpayers money’
Because they’re conditioned to think that the poor are not worthy
For the basic standard of living that they take for granted
With single mums working two jobs are told they’ll get shafted
Our healthworkers and nurses are so underpaid
Despite a pandemic their pay is not raised
They’ve saved countless lives despite poor personal protection
From a virus that’s lead to so many infections
Where people can’t breathe, can’t move and will die
Our healthcare workers put their own lives on the line
To save who they can, to continue to work
Without breaks, loosing pay and the government smirks
They’ll clap and they’ll smile and they’ll tell them thanks
Whilst selling our healthcare system behind their backs
Minimum wage was supposed to help us all
To save for a home, a pension and crawl
Out of the gutter some find themselves in
But now those working are relying on tins
Donated from people, shelters and food banks
Whispers from strangers they’re poor cos they drank
Or the smoked, or took drugs or had too many kids
When they can’t afford it they should just get rid
But the cost of living has been unobtainable
Despite so many years of our ‘strong and stable’
Government in charge making cuts left and right
So many backed in a corner, struggling and can’t fight.
Social media’s alive with points of be kind,
I’m here, don’t struggle I won’t leave you behind
Celebrating international women’s day together
Then telling a woman you do not believe her
Because she’s saying she struggled and nobody helped her
So she’s an actress, a liar, and someone that’s rich
But she’s also a mother, so it could be a glich
In our soceity that likes to victimise women
Make them feel like they’re problems, and demons
Then when we protest and make ourselves heard
We are pinned down on the floor, this is absurd
That at the start of the week we were celebrating
But clearly too much because it has been baiting
A man’s ego because it’s not all men don’t you know
But ninenty seven percent of women to mow
Down and push to one side, out with the flow
Of paperwork, reports that do not get filed
In a justice system that acts so mild
Or even worse ruins a character
Of a victim that was brave to share what was the matter
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