One of the
advantages/problems with living a long life is you get to hear the
same old crap being mouthed by our prancing, pontificating,
parasitical politicians, time and time again. Each time they come up
with their new-regurgitated heart felt rendering, the new generation
think it is a new problem and the mouthing politician's feelings are
for real. I was born in one of Glasgow many slums, and there was
poverty a plenty. Now heading for my eighties, and with Edwina
Currie's remark, that no one in the UK goes hungry, ringing in my
ears, I hear once again the latest primadonna politicians shedding
tears over child poverty, and with that gravitas they perfected at
the Oxbridge Club, stating how something will have to be done about
this dreadful problem. They have been mouthing this after every
election during my long life, and we still have nearly 3 million
children in poverty in this country with 1.6 million in severe
poverty. After so many years highlighting the problem of child
poverty, I think we now have to come to the conclusion that either
they don't want to fix the problem, or under the present system it
can't be fixed. I'm firmly in the camp of the latter, as evidence
across the globe points to increased child poverty as the capitalist
system develops.
This isnae wit a voted fur.
Pinpointing child
poverty also helps to obscure other factors, that are wrong with the
system. Child poverty doesn't exist in isolation. Every child in
poverty is in a home that is in poverty, and every home that is in
poverty has a family in poverty. Nearly 3 million children in
poverty, and 1.6 million in severe poverty, how many homes, how many
families? In other words we have a society that has widespread
poverty. Further more it has been with us throughout the history of
capitalism, and the theatrics of our well-heeled political class will
do nothing to alleviate the problem. It is the system that is wrong
and our millionaire politicians are merely milking it for all they
are worth at the expense of the ordinary people.
EIGHTEEN HUNGRY CHILDREN.
Eighteen hungry children
die
every minute of every day
eighteen of tomorrow’s people
cruelly thrown away.
When pandering to a fashion
gratifying our greed,
think, theirs is no desire
but a basic need.
Envisage a familiar face
a child that calls your
name,
try to be the parent
try to place the blame.
Eighteen hungry children
die
every minute of every day,
eighteen little faces
that never learnt to play.
Walk past your local school
listen to the shrill,
stand and count to sixty
imagine hunger start to
kill.
Fingers must be pointed
at decisions made on high,
questions must be asked
loudly asked by you and I.
Eighteen hungry children
die
every minute of every day,
eighteen precious lives
the claws of hunger slay.
WHY?
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