Same Old, Same Old by Jennie Hart

CRISIS, BUT NOT JUST AT CHRISTMAS

DECEMBER 2013

 

There’s going to be a bedroom tax

To keep the spending down,

Too much is spent on welfare,

The money must go round.

 

When life should be improving

In homes where kids have flown

If you’ve an extra bedroom

It will cost to keep your home.

 

Two bedrooms are too many

For a family of two,

If mum-in-law decides to stay,

Then she can kip with you.

 

Life should be getting better

In our green and pleasant land,

But our poor are squeezed in boxes

Where there’s barely room to stand.

 

There are acres of green spaces,

For those who have the means,

But if you’re on low income,

Green space is in your dreams.

 

A wealth tax was suggested,

On mansions large and grand,

Politicians didn’t like it,

They dismissed it out of hand.

 

It’s universal credit soon,

But how to pay the rent?

And Benefit for Council Tax

Is capped before it’s sent.

 

Our children are our future,

But how will they be fed?

When welfare stops, no jobs around,

There’ll be no light ahead.

 

And now we have the answer,

The Money Shop’s in town,

Borrow now, pay later,

But debt will bring you down.

  

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Fine meals and holidays are yours,

Please sign your name just here,

They’ll lend you money, pay the rent

But it will cost you dear.

 

An equal distribution,

Will solve our countries ills

Don’t drive the poor to Pay Day loans

To pay the unpaid bills.

 

Make the system fairer,

Don’t penalise the poor,

Tax the Bankers, tax the rich

And there we’ll have the cure.