Through the Fog of Pain I struggle and toil
to establish recognition so Parliament see
though disabled sick or jobless we still
despite no PAYE; contribute to life,
Through dread and paranoia of the latest media tales
calling names & blaming us, for National decline;
I strive to write & tell how 2 lifestyles collided
and from which, one fragile identity wails for an ear.
Through the Darkness of Depression with muses of expiration
and temptations of potential peace I battle to prevail,
exposing and opposing the injustice of ‘Welfare Reform’,
via social networks, the only arena to avail itself to immobility.
Through deteriorating health incapacitated by Fatigue I persevere,
challenging the Policies built on duplicity and deceit,
not daring to hope yet, aspiring for enhancement
to the fictitious feats, of the current regime.
Through ever rising costs of existence I strain to endure,
in stubbornness and refusal to subjugate to the crass, self entitled
and shallow Politicians who closeted in the palace of Westminster,
scribe laws to refute our Rights, deny our sustenance and determine our Fate.
Through Anger & Outrage, I contest these discriminate Acts
whilst grieving the loss of so many others, deemed expendable
by the unelected; my fury at the atrocities, refuelling and sustaining
the essential energy to continue this legitimate rectitude for continuance.