Hey
there, newly disabled -
You've joined the rotten corps.
Just
hang around and rest, bemused,
No
need to protest or shout at all.
A
nigger of the nineties,
Still
without your civil rights,
Our
job's to keep you quiet, subdued,
Whilst
we enjoy the world's delights.
About
you we have no expectations,
Skulking
in your half life's gloom,
So
spend time confirming stereotypes,
Or
stay isolated in your room.
If
you accept what we've provided,
We'll
protect you and keep you warm,
Cradle
you and grave you,
And
even forget that you've been born.
Government
packages'll keep you,
So,
accept the tax payers' charity,
That'll
absolve our noisy conscience,
And silence screams from the minority!
So
offer thanks to the long awaited Dee Dee Ay,
For
doling out your daily bread,
Whilst
the Treasury draws its breath at last,
For
not turning blackened figures red.
Keep
quiet if you can hack it!
Tell
'em, "Carpe diem's" died.
Don't
let anger rattle your cages,
'Cos
like you, I'm far too tired.
©
Stefan Lewis-Fish (31 August 1999)
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