Estate of Mind

By Bob W Christian

Take a walk down a dark memory lane with me…
A nightmare experiment on social deprivation.
These ends have seen better days; boys from Eton messed up – ******* us over for a profit.

Calling us drunks, criminals, feckless idiots,
Looking down from your nonflammable towers.
We can’t ignore this horror story like you can.
Streets littered with ****** needles; hell-raising
Flames shooting from cars; replacing the broken lamps,
Lighting up the desperate estate of mind we call reality.

“Get a job, save up, better yourself, pull yourself out
Of austerity. Climb that property ladder”,
While living cheque-to-cheque. Can’t deposit on zero hours.
Withdrawing food from banks; it’s no way to live.
We really are in this together, fighting to survive.

(C) Bob W Christian