Have a care

Have a care

Id’ thought about my history 
Of my Mam’s life, Over and long passed
I thought about the war time, 
When Folks die from bombs and blast
I thought her dad were in the Trenches
But she said id got it wrong
No son in the twenties,
The depression it were long
She told me how in the thirties 
His family ……he couldn’t keep
He put his head into the oven
Then…… he went to sleep

I’d Just been round to Asda for sommut’ for Me tea
I saw people walk past baskets there
For food banks …there were three 
The first one there was empty
The second …….just had beans
The third Ad’ some cake in it, but squashed to smithereens

I thought about me Dad, In second war half froze
How round Iceland On a gun deck
Got frost bite on his nose
Seams funny now think…well of
His konk all black and Blue
Don’t blokes like him deserve a lad
To give him a thought or two.

Me Mam went all religious when
Adversity kicked in
She joined the sally army 
and went rattling her tin
Not much coppers there to spare
Till Hitler packed it in
She got Grub though for her Brothers three
Herself she grew quite thin.

Do we need remember the sadness, in a face
When we see folks…. sleeping on the streets
Are we in a state of grace 
An think our life complete
They even put down spikes now
To hide That bit of rough
The Council can’t let the tourist know
They just won’t pay enough

I thought Id’ write me Nightly jaw
As poem, but I’m sad, looking at poor buggers
Over there in Greece….even still it’s bad. 
the Toffs don’t have a conscience
With these people close to death
The salty tear stained Blankets wet
They are freezing and bereft.

So spare a thought for Ahmed 
And his family in the rain
They are so far from their home tonight
And things well never be the same.

To feel a parents anguish 
When the rent they cannot pay
We cannot catch the war on want
At home they always say
Well Britain has a problem
There’s thousands heading here
Why don’t they stop the bombing?
Someone should have a care

The Lords vote on tax credits
They say they are on our side
Half of their expenses
Reflected in their size
You bet your boots they won’t go home 
To soup out, from a can 
A bit of Fluffy mother’s pride
If they’re lucky ave’ some of jam.

The sadness of our mam’s story
Is back again today 
The Lords ……., the politicians will lie and steal
Then with bishops go and pray
Tonight They are in the Fattening house 
Deciding on our fate
Just how much they will get away with
Then the Bishops pass the plate.

We got to keep with Labour 
Though Blue labour block the vote 
No matter what the buggers do 
They will not kill my hope
My Dad was on that gun deck 
He stood for you and me
Just like so many others that Britania might be free .

An Ordinary bloke