What began in 79

when your home is not
a protective shelter to dignity and heart,
where government scythes away
public voices in favour of a few,
nervous rattle of doors
closing on opportunities
for those we should cherish,
disabled now disenfranchised
workless sanctioned and berated
for just existing,
statistics and targets
media fodder,
minimum wage hunter gatherers
chasing food bank trails
as rent arrears accumulate,
things are getting brighter
economy booming,
so some say
a cautious tale of cynicism
is needed to chew on this pill
of crushed realisations,
we have awoken
but not awake

written in response to the Conservatives taking victory in the elections and Cameron claiming power again

jamie and the 31p cornflakes

you food preacher,

man of spatula skills

appear on lcd tv

and tell us of our food

our lifestyle,

congested lungs and stomach

and inability to feed ourselves,

the benefit louche

and disposable low income,

our world has no michelin stars

siting over

wild tarragon and mussels

instead kebabs or chip shop,

waste of money to some

but we need to live as well

already ghettoized

by paparazzi

obese and slovenly,

try finding money for electric

meter

or 52 inch tv,

we are human remember

lives of our own

and those to be born,

stigmata

of minimum wage

and rent overpriced,

come into our world

if you must

but do not preach or condemn

you can never understand

cook, food , poverty

Jamie Oliver

food, poverty , Jamie Oliver

31p Cornflakes