A poem i wrote for a friend’s blog…she is trying to raise awarenes about food poverty
These roots are strong tough tubers.
These roots have dug in deep while we beat about the bush.
These roots are starting to crack up the pavements.
These roots are making big damn hummocks that you can trip over
Crevices to fall into.
These roots are making the foundations of your house unsafe.
Someone comes along with a chainsaw.
But those roots
Those tubers are strong and established.
The poor struggle to feed the poorer.
This is thin soil
This is stony ground
When your landlord hike up your rent
You don’t move
Your roots are established
Can’t afford to move
Can’t find somewhere cheap to take on your benefits
Mental health problems pull you down?
Sanctioned for missing your Job Seekers appointment
When you can’t leave the house
And you haven’t got phone credit
Can’t explain the streets are bent out of shape and
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