On a day the snow fell on the streets of Glasgow and Scotland this poem looks with contempt at the dehumanising benefits assessment process disabled people have to face from a Conservative government who want as many as possible to die quietly and without fuss in order for them to save money which they can hand out to their pals in the Bullingdon Billionaires club. During these difficult times it is important to remember that we shouldn’t be turning on each other but instead focus our anger and our energy on our real enemies who would deny Children the right to a decent meal so that any money they can save will be passed on to their pals. That said this poem focuses on disability issues and more importantly this dystopian pre Dickensian government would like to cull disabled people in the way other countries cull seals. I’ve given it the title Invisible Citizens , I hope you enjoy the read.
Invisible Citizens
This is the weather when I don’t go to church
this is season for sensible skirts
and for coats I struggle to button
it’s the time of year when I worry
if my boots which have Velcro fastenings
have enough grip to cope with the ice
I have difficulty viewing even in clear sight
never mind in the darkness of night
this is the time when I wish
those who sit in judgement of disabled people
despite knowing nothing of our lives
had to turn tricks whilst dancing on the thinnest of ice
only to fall through the cracks they created for others
and discover what life is really like
for those with hidden impairments
which go unseen and therefore in their eyes can’t really exist
for the ones they perceive to be invisible citizens
the disposables they want to disappear
faster than snow when the sun shines
© Gayle Smith 2021