Unlike bigotry, tolerance does not grow well in the dark
A child who thinks of itself as useless has been taught to do so.
Oh dear, look over there
It’s very clear, even from here
Plump young mum, another on the way
Buggy-shoving through a brand-new day
Can’t you tell, even at a glance
Little Errol stands littler chance
Tied securely in his prison pram
Tired, exhausted, silent as a lamb
His cream cake crumbles on Greggs shop floor
Mam chats and smokes outside the door
Sister Cheryl runs wildly about
Ignoring Mam’s frantic shout
Non-working class; must it be like this?
Mired in a morass; existence no bliss
Minx Cheryl and timorous young Errol Smith
One in Mam’s tummy will be the fifth
Social workers don’t know what to do
Politicians haven’t even a clue
Proudly espousing ‘each child counts’
We’re investing money, look at the amounts!
But cash alone is not the solution
What we need is a revolution
Where families learn of a better way
To break the cycle of social decay
Where then the collective conscience?
For lives lived, but of no consequence
A tragic, doomed, wasted group
Class-locked in an endless repeating loop
Come tomorrow, come quick
Bringing a vacuum to be filled
Minds open to new possibilities
Which today had denied us
Page turned to a clean sheet
Past mistakes put aside
Wiped, prejudices born of experience
Letting anything be possible
Confusing to the ear
Brightly tinkling chatter
Dull, no longer clear
Silent slippery sentences
Using lips to lend a clue
Shattered to staccato
Once they’re not in view
Sorry, I didn’t catch that
Say it once more, please
I’m deaf not daft, but sadly
Words are like Swiss cheese
If opinion is divided,
Consensus not in sight.
Head and heart may disagree,
But both cannot be right
Bring to bear one measure;
The final acid test.
Belief may be convincing,
But evidence is best.