Poverty is a state of mind
who’s mind
no jobs
weary
hopeless
depressed
anger at the struggle for daily living
made to feel worthless and lazy
second class citizens by the very people who should help
tired
ashamed
who do you think you are to say my struggle is all in my head
with your silver spoons and Eton education
do you really think you know how we suffer to live on seven quid a day
you say we need to cut the GDP
what about our debt
the fat cats sit on their cushy jobs and with no mind to the results
cut here cut there
slicing into our lives
but never their own
never their own
the old boy network help themselves and look down on the degraded suicidal
sanctioned
how can we pull ourselves out of this mess when there are no resources for us to use
we are not all lazy
worthless
work shy
scroungers
tell us enough and maybe we start to believe it
is poverty the state of my mind
the struggle is not in my head
we suffer the abuse
the prejudice
the shame of joblessness
oh they say
there are schemes for you to try
but where are the jobs
but where are the schemes to help start your business
stress
fear
despair
we will beat it and we will better it
poverty is not a mindful thing
it is that family pushed and shoved and squeezed into debt just because that 1% help themselves and the country goes to pot
but we will do it and we will do it well
and f*uck the government
we will do it without your help
no longer sanctioned
no more shame
not ostracised
stigmatised
demonised
but once again a member of the working class
poverty may still be there
but not in my mind
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