I had drunk so much coffee I was shivering as if something

inside of me was about to go off I stopped to stare

out of the window watched a plane fly over so loud it frightened me

reminded me of the fear of a nuclear attack which is as real to me now

as it was when I was a child


the phone rings telling me I can get solar panels and later another

about a new boiler paid for by the government the government.

the one that doesn’t care about people dying from poverty

and humiliation old people who are starving can’t heat their homes

single mothers who have no one to look after their children


while they are working unable to progress past sixteen hours

people with learning difficulties whose families can’t cope with them

at home with no break the nurses who get paid less than politicians

girls working in shops and cafes on the minimum wage who can’t afford

a house men in low paid jobs who are told be grateful so they go home


feeling small it’s always the children who suffer my husband comes home

doesn’t ask how I am disappears upstairs keeps busy the washing still out

on the line in the rain for three days but in three days things will have changed

again I might be in a better mood I might not be scared of a nuclear attack

or worry about all the things in the world that I cannot change.


First published in New Boots and Pantisocracies blog, and in book form order your copy here. And again in the Morning Star, Well Versed on 20 October 2016.

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