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‘Twas One Day After Heartbreak- The 2016 PIP Cuts Version

March 18, 2016

There have already been two versions of this original poem by me, but these were both written during the Coalition Government. So I’ve been wanting to update it for some time now. With the mainstream starting to listen on the latest planned changes to PIP announced in the latest Budget, now seemed like perfect timing for a rewrite.

‘Twas One Day After Heartbreak

‘Twas one day after heartbreak, and all through the town
Bloggers were blogging stories of their own
The stories were written with love and with care
And knowledge that heartbreak was already there
The children were settled all snug in their beds
But nightmares of heartbreak raced round in their heads
Mothers in dresses, dads in baseball caps
Were woken by tears from dreams and from naps
Out in the streets there was such a clatter
That the mainstream came out to see what was the matter
Over to windows they ran in a flash
Tore open shutters and pulled up the sash
The sun, making slush of old melted snow,
Gave a fake brightness to the cold streets below
And what to their wondering eyes should appear
But eight wheelchair users, in a row, free of fear
With little old carers quite lively and quick
And a young man with a guide dog and a little white stick
More rapid than eagles the little group came
Screaming and shouting, calling Government Ministers by name
“Now Cameron, Osborne and IDS too
Maynard and Halfon, we were counting on you!
To the back bench, or the end of the Earth,
Go anywhere you like, our votes you’re not worth!”
At high speed those wheelchairs flew
The guide dog, the white stick and the young man too
Demanding the money they needed to live
That the Ministers threatened no longer to give
Once they had called it DLA
Then they decided to take that away
These people protested as they threatened its replacement
Something called PIP- a seed?- at my basement
They were dressed in fur from their head to their feet
Their clothes were covered in old snow and new sleet
I noticed laptops and mice on their laps
And walkers with cameras taking some snaps
To post on their blogs tomorrow, no doubt
To speak the thousand words of a long day out
Their hands they were joined in friendship forever
I didn’t think they would give up, not never!
Not till they got what they wanted, at least
To keep PIP as it was, then they’d pay for a feast
They smiled up at me as they raced out of sight
Saying “Help us keep PIP, would you, please, you know it’s right!”

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