Concrete
These cities of ours with their beautiful bridges; Hide the concreted-in poor with their half-empty fridges. These cities of ours with churches and steeples Employ politicians who don't know their people. Those sons and daughters; whom poverty destroys Deserve higher-education; dignity for all unemployed. Working women and men earning respectable wages, A decrease in crime: fewer prisoners in cages. Those beautiful rural places with streams running through Lack opportunities where people could grow; Need a better flow of money so moral is high Instead of suicidal men who'd prefer to die. Those beautiful features in villages and towns Are paid with the taxes of people wearing frowns - Forced to eat from reduced shelves of supermarket waste Unable to shop at local farmers markets and fetes. Now: the right politician for improvements arises Jeremy Corbyn; here before our eyes Ready to gather more taxes from the super-rich, Take our homeless out of their ditches. HELEN HARRISON Helen Harrison is originally from the Wirral. Her poems have been published in: A New Ulster, North West Words and The Bray Journal. Her first collection of poetry The Last Fire was published during 2015 by Lapwing. |