Dear Mr Cameron, please help me do
You see I’m really struggling at the hands of you
You’ve taken all my money, my pride, and dignity
Leave me to wallow in a pit of poverty
I’m trying to swim through quicksand
With sand bags on my back
But the punishments relentless
I’m constantly attacked
I know that you don’t know me
And you’ll never speak my name
For you, it’s just for profit
Or another a silly game
You’ve saved yourself some money
Today at my expense
I have no need to worry though
For it will be well spent
Expenses for the cabinet
Fine wine and food for you
For you to go without you see it really wouldn’t do
So when you close your eyes tonight
Please have a restful sleep
Knowing one more person is sleeping on the street

(c) Copyright 2016 Tina Cox

Amanda Graham

Amanda Graham

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Amanda holds an M.A. in History. She loves well-written poetry and romance novels. Amanda has 2 cats and a 3-year-old son.
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