Poetry: Homeless And Hungry by Ian Copstick

Nearly half the shops are boarded up
The homeless, wrapped in dirty blankets
Lay down in shop doorways
” Any spare change, please mate ? ”
Is the biggest hit of the season
At least it’s the most popular refrain
You must hear it 20 times a day
But it’s only in the last 10 years or so
That I remember seeing people
Homeless and begging in the
Small towns on the outskirts
Of the city. In big city centres
You almost expect it. But in the
Small towns like Tunstall, it’s
A shocking sight. What is it,
That’s brought this about ?
Back in the 80’s, when Maggie
Thatcher declared  war upon
The working class, there was
A hell of a lot of poverty, but
Not this amount of homeless
People, or beggars on the
Street. Is it because of the way
That the drug culture has
Mushroomed ( no pun intended )
Since acid house then rave
Made  taking drugs acceptable, At times it seemed almost
Compulsory, or fashionable
At least. Has this backfired and Produced, with the massive
Influx of smack and crack, a
Sizeable minority of people
Who have  slipped through the
Cracks ( again, no pun intended ) of society and now
Live a nightmarish existence
Of begging and using, begging
And using, begging and using.
I don’t know how to get rid of
This awful problem, politicians
Get paid a huge amount of
Money for that. It must be
Care and rehabilitation, not
Just chucking them your spare
Change as you walk back to
Your car, and forgetting about
It, as best as you can.
Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England.
Although he started writing poetry 17 years ago, he started sending them out for publication only 7 months ago. In this time he has had over 90 poems and stories published in nearly 20 ezines. He is also featured in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash.
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