Whorlton Hall: A Poetic Review
When there was one Winterbourne View
The world cried and swore there would never be two.
Then there was one Whorlton Hall
The similarities shocked us all.
Staff swearing and smoking
And laughing and joking
Video clips making loving parents cry
As journalists- onscreen and off- watched, yet helplessly stood by.
A young woman named Alex, reminds me of me
She prefers female carers, you see
She’s scared of men, so what did one do?
Laughed in her face, threatened to bring more too.
Alex has autism
I have CP
Yet I could have been Alex
And she could have been me.
When there was one Winterbourne View
The world cried and swore there would never be two.
Now Whorlton Hall’s closed too, this I am glad to see
But this time I ask, how long before there are three?
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