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Poetry By: Philip Roberts
Literary fiction

Not about the Omen cycle, rather about a monstrous creep I met in real life, when as an invalid on unemployment benefits I was forced to attend a horrid organisation called YesWest.

Submitted:Feb 7, 2011    Reads: 30    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

We live on scraps and hand-outs
And YesWest asks, "Who cares?"
A brutal fiend named Damian
Leaves our larders bare.

Damian and YesWest -
What a strange and brutal pair,
They let us die of hunger
Claiming they have nought to spare.

So we go on blundering
Wondering why they just don't care,
They say they're doing all they can
But leave us in despair.

We beg and plead for charity
But charity is so rare,
They say to live on what we've got
But we can't live on air.

So Damian is laughing
To see our larders bare,
Rejoicing in our misery
Delighting in our despair.


© Copyright 2011

Philip Roberts, Melbourne, Australia


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