I think of how sad it is
To live in a high-rise block,
Trying to thrive
In a room the size of a box.
It is too expensive
To turn the heating on,
But layers and blankets
Only seem to trap the cold
Closer
To your skin.
They say you should be glad
That you're not old yet,
That it is worse
When you get old,
As though you should stay quiet
Because it won't kill you
Yet.
To work two jobs and go to bed hungry;
Your children need all the food
You can afford...
The hospitals are full to bursting,
And the teachers are on strike -
The chasm between the rich and the poor
Grows ever wider,
But the rich do not care when they profit.
Oil and gas is more lucrative than ever:
They do not care
About us.
YOU ARE READING
Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
