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
They say there’s light out there
light which I cannot see
but all I have inside
is a Dark Eternity.
The room keeps getting smaller
the walls are closing in
there’s no door to get out
no way to let hope in.