You said you were giving up, giving in
It is your way to fight, you told me
Like a small mouse caught up a drainpipe
Eyeballs a cat, you’ll be ok.
But I’m lost- a whole country
Where poverty is shifted about
Like an unwanted shitty-nappied baby
With its fist stuffed in its mouth
Screaming for a breast.
My heart sinks
Sliding slowly into the Thames.
Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights reserved