The Winter Of Discontent

The winter of discontent
No rubbish was removed
From the morgue Into the grave no body was sent
The whole country was on strike
No buses where running
To go anywhere you had to get on and ride your bike
Electric power cuts where random
Only candles for our light
from 1978 to 1979
Demands for larger pay
on strike the public sector would stay
The trade union congress against control inflation
No one rich or poor escaped
it effected the whole nation
Football pitches turned into rubbish tips
Like a rat infested ships
It was the coldest winter for 16 years
Blizzards and deep snow
We had to wear double sets of cloths
And balaclavas to warm our ears
For those who went through it and remember
In 1979 conservative won the election
Margaret Thatcher became prime minister
Then in for her wrath
Against anyone in her path
She started to destroy every socialist
Now her legacy is to keep the north south divide
To keep the rich getting richer
And in the north keep them poorer
I was fourteen years old
And forty years later
This is what I remember

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I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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