*** This is the latest poem that I have been working on; it is extremely different to my usual style, but the theme is something that I feel very strongly about. This is my response to a very difficult situation. They may silence us by refusing to listen, by forcing us to stay quiet, by twisting our words, or talking over us; but they will NEVER stop the truth from getting out. I will use my writing, I will use my contacts, and I will make sure I have my say one way or another. I am sure that many people have been screwed over the way that I have, and been unable to do anything about it. We NEED our voices to be heard, and for these incompetent, wastes of space to be held accountable for their actions and their screw ups. Please enjoy…. this is just the start.***
My Own Personal ‘Fuck You’.
My fate is sealed.
In their hands they hold the power to destroy me.
Unjustly they use their position to wield threats
in order to force my compliance.
How is it fair that one person can have precedence over another?
That their job title gives them free rein to wreak havoc
on a world which is not their own?
Under duress I yield;
I have no choice but to take the lesser of 2 evils.
A life destroyed by a web of lies
weaved from the very organisations set up to protect the innocent;
but which instead demolish the
vulnerable that they proclaim to help.
Too much control is given to incompentant narcissists;
and I fear for a future, governed by such a flawed system.
I am set up for failure –
unable to trust the very people upon which I depend :
backed into a corner,
I refuse to learn my place!