Wednesday 10 April 2013

Attack on the Poor


Recently in the News its as if there is an attack on The Poor, it’s 

everywhere.  I think it is unwarranted much of the wealth that the 

Middle Classes have, they have inherited from their grand parents 

who no doubt were Landowners and Landowners were inevitably 

Slave owners.  Whenever the poor try to accumulate wealth it as if 

obstacles are put in the way.  


The first major obstacle are Taxes there are loopholes and Tax 

avoidance, One comes with a hefty sentence the other one doesn't.  

It would seem the Middle Classes understand taxes particulary 

inheritance tax. That's the tax imposed on your children when you 

die leaving an estate worth more than 250,000.


With Poor education, poor housing, (Ghetto type living) lack of 

opportunities it is inevitable that the Poor stay Poor. Where I 

work the jobs seem to be saved for the Son and Daughters of 

Employees. I work within the Public Sector so I dread to think 

what it is like in other sectors. They have a wonderful 

apprenticeship scheme (try applying I dare you). Then they have a 

wonderful Post 


Grad scheme darn if only you got 2.1.....No comment, this is just 

used to reduce the potential amount of people applying for these 

roles.


The Poor are made to feel that all the problems are down to the 

fact that they are  Poor. With wealth comes power, freedom and a 

political voice.  The Poor are kept busy with signing on and 

attending interviews for jobs that have already been filled.  I 

wrote this poem after an article I read in the Metro



posted fb 06/04/13


#64 Poor Uprising

How did I get here

With my poor housing

Poor education

Poor nutrition

Poor experience

Poor etiquette

How did I get here?

When there nowhere else to go

Trying to get out of this poor claw

I am fed up of being poor

I don't want to be poor any more

Caught in this poverty trap

No getting out, so that's that

The poor tried uprising

The Government dealt with that

Yes that's what the riots were about

The way they dealt with them was surprising

Harsh sentences banged up to rights

No short stay overnight

Criminals were made

Now making them criminals, is that really the way?

No one wants to employ a criminal

Keeping them oppressed with criminal ties

If you were poor wouldn't you up-rise ?

Or would you sit back and pretend you never knew

That how you got here wasn't completely down to you

Underground Music


Music everywhere, I like the idea of portable music I like the fact that you can have it wherever you go.  I have seen people with the largest of headphones then the tiniest of things which are discreet.  The pet hate of us all is that tinny feedback you get sometimes.  Sometimes you can hear enough of what the person is listening to make out what they are listening to enough to get get an insight to their personality.  


I think music is personal we like what we like based on our social background, our experiences sometimes we can’t even explain what we like or don’t have the words to articulate why we like something.  


I shamelessly have a passion for dancehall music, I like the heavy bass line, I like the way sometimes crude subjects are dealt with in a humourous  and often clever way.


On the train everyone has tuned out whilst tuning in to their personal music.  Is this a reflection of our transport system ?










Posted fb 21/02/13


#19 My Music
Music affects everyone the same
Everyone is protective to what they like
They feel they have to explain in case u think they're lame
I love the way music makes you feel
Lady rocking and bopping on the train
We were all envious we wanted to feel the same
She rocked she dipped
It was apparent she didn't give a....## as to how she looked
And who was staring this was clearly her jam, her hook
Alone in my car I become my own DJ my dashboard is like a turntable
I am like a baby discovering the world
I am lost in a bubble when I am jamming in my ride
I have all the greats on these cds
Some of them are lost and need to be retrieved from between the seats
I'm in charge sometimes there has to be an instant repeat
The people look on at the lights
I don't care I am a Joy Rider locked in my zone
Then I arrive home
An as-semblance of a normal life
I emerge the loving mother and the perfect wife
I look back for one last glance
Promising I will be back for another dance