It’s only through talks across time that we can learn from the mistakes of our collective past. Readers I make no apologies as this poem is inspired by our collective lives and times in UK today. Covid19 was not the start, I’ve been watching and living this for years.
All I will say is please be kind and gentle with yourselves as the poem will make hard reading for those who remember.
Conversation with past present and future
They closed churches
Rebuilding the economy is vital
We have to get people to consume
Jump-start economic growth
They closed the libraries
They closed the book stores
If people sit reading
They are not working
Work is needed to
Rebuild the economy
They closed the schools
The education is bad
There is no respect
Children are out of control
They closed the museums
The past only brings discontent
History is bunk
History is dead
To control the present is to control the past
To control the past is to control the future
I wonder what would happen
If we said there was a virus
A virus is just a piece of
Nasty dirty DNA
The closed to play houses
We could not gather
It’s for our own good
To keep our bodies pure
Safe from contaminated DNA
The virus is the only disease to be scared of
I can’t visit my friends
People must be segregated
They are being well cared for
These types can’t look after themselves
I know officials with blood on their hands
Out damn spot
Modern mass communication is powerful
We can control this and make it
Our message to all
Hmmmm what does the book say
Something to worship, heroes, saviours
Owned and controlled by us
Everyone clapping and cheering
Once a week or they’ll get bored
It will become a ritual
They need rituals
Some of my friends are dead
Some are being tortured
Some are brainwashed by drugs and fear
We are all being herded to centres
Up and down the country
I see some try to leave they look dejected as a fail
I stood up
I hide my fear and pain well now
To not fit in is to die
We soon got used to the uniforms
Watching us as we queued for food
A few of us chatted friendly like
With the uniform guards at meals
After food was gone
A uniformed figure would record
The numbers of eaters fed
And the future stayed silent
Not allowed to know
And the past
A few quotes is all we know
And the present
To drugged and scared to scream
Life and times
There are some facts relating to this poem that you should be aware of my good readers.
- Approximately 200 people que for food each night in Trafalgar Square London. Smaller London meals average around 100 people.
- In Edinburgh must meals average between 50-100 people.
- I’ve never seen police presence at Scottish meals but police are attending every London meal I’ve been to bar 1. I’m not sure if the police presence is due to Covid19.
- Everything listed as closed is closed due to Covid19
- Domminic Cummings Special Advisor to UK Prime Minister wrote a blog post in 2018 mentioning social effects of a virus. Link here. Post has been updated BUT here.
- Other homeless people I knew a few years ago were talking about homeless being herded into cities. I feel like I’m herded/trafficked/forced out of places by officials.
- Liverpool Care Pathway was rebranded after being declared illegal in 2014.
- Most deaths connected to mental health or Learning Differculties have not and are not investigated in UK
- People housed in temporary accommodation are not allowed any visitors unless they are officials. Friends and family are not allowed to visit hostel residents.
- My Polish friend is not the first by any means. I don’t count anymore.
What can a homeless person do?
I help others where I can by getting them to start believing in themselves again and proving there is a happier way of being than hiding in substances and playing the “pretending to be incapable” game. Incapability means housing.
I’ve amassed my evidence but of course I haven’t got the money for a legal team and doubt many have the courage to take this on. To quote a police officer “there isn’t a jail big enough”.
Readers it’s up to you to decide. Twitter Instagram, Facebook and this site is the evidence of who I am and what I stand for. I need a courageous lawyer. Until then I’ll continue to update you with poetry and news of my life and times which is also your life and times. Only through talks across time will we learn to heal and not harm.