"unfairs" poems
I'd like to charge,
the government.
With crimes,
against humanity.
Giving M.B.E's,
to hairdresser's.
Only goes,
to prove,
their vanity.
Elderly man
evicted.
Reeked of,
mental health.
Makes me fkin sick,
cos they have,
so much wealth.
Always pointing fingers.
Blood dripping,
from their hands.
yet giving,
tax relief,
to appease,
their Tory fans.
They have no,
understanding,
of what benefit,
equates.
As we conserve,
energy.
they increase,
fuel rates?
They talk of,
unemployment,
like its a,
personal choice.
Jumping to,
conclusions.
As though we,
have no voice.
They've,
no desire,
for shelters.
No funding,
for rehabs.
No interest,
in soup kitchen's.
Or people,
dressed in rags.
DO NOT
be a pawn
in their,
game of chess.
DO NOT fall,
for the lies,
that they suggest.
Destroying their,
own people.
welfare reforms.
Yet writing every,
penny down,
on expenditure,
allowance forms.
Don't they know,
its wrong?
state paying,
for second homes.
When those,
supporting families,
survive on,
payday loans.
Humbled,
working people,
queuing at,
food banks
I wonder,
what goes on,
amongst the,
Tory ranks?
The truth,
of austerity.
11 % bonus,
increase.
The injustice,
of it all,
destroys,
my inner peace.
It's obvious,
their strategy,
to conquer,
by divide.
lining their,
own pockets,
before they,
run and hide
(c) mandy rigby 09/01/2014
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
Once there was a
little girl,here in this space.
I can't remember
when, the time or the place.
Then the demons
wandered through the woods which were her world,
cast slowly in to darkness,and the truth, turned to a
pearl.
For many years she battled,proficient to the
last.But fighting only shadows,was the magic they had
cast.
So she conjured up companions to help her win the
war,now she had so many sides,it's easier to
score.
One by one those demons, she placed in to a box and
buried them deep in the woods, and threw away the
past.
The shadows still inside her mind,they fed upon the
pain,
..."Now my little pretty, you will never be the
same".
She let the many sides she had, take turns at playing
house, each one more hollow than the next, empty and
without.
She became the caretaker, the keeper of the
keys.
Guarding over loneliness, a pearl, and
disbelief.
Then the many different sides, could non of them
agree.Who was the greatest qualified, to play the part of
me.
Every time they argued, someone had to lose.
Each one giving up the ghost, & each afraid to
choose.
Soon it was so empty, that she had to leave the
woods,again to fight the shadows, through the bad times and
the good.
The bad times came in thick and fast,without a time for peace.
& Whilst she played with "life's unfairs" back did those shadows
creep.
Way, way back into the woods, a box they searched there
for.To again release those demons, now more power full
than before.
The demons are more cautious now,they hide inside her dreams,and slowly drive her from her
mind, with tortured memories.
Then at the very moment that her spirit drew last breath, a hazy glimmer
caught her eye, and she couldn't yet forget.
Even though still weary,in anguish from her pain,her sward
arose high in the air, her innocence to claim.
A raging battle had begun,the prize a simple pearl.
But that more precious than her life, to just a little
girl.Then, as she looked from out my eyes, a vision did she
see.A stranger talked of promises, of trust and
guaranties.
She even heard him call her name, in the middle of a
fight,and more and more, would see that with his presence
came a light.
This light, it was much brighter,
than any she had seen.
It chased away the demons,
and it made the shadows scream.
He asked her
for an offering, their partnership to seal,she gave
the only thing she had, of which she knew was
real.
Then, after many moments, when that little girl had
grown,he gave to her a present,wrapped in words of not
alone.She slowly looked beneath the words, and in surprise
she saw, a shiny polished tiny pearl, now more
precious than before.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
Sitting under galaxies
Me
Holding my sadness
Shrieking under shooting stars
Me
Breaking my sadness
Singing for longer time
Me
Begging for justice
Hanging above this universe
Me
Groaning for sign
Who hails this pain?
I'm living in vain
Who notice the unfairs?
I'm turning to flares
Come to fail
Walk to ****
This world is just unfair
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC