Monday 8 February 2016

A Poem to Janet Burgess MBE

Janet, surely there's no time to delay,
with years gone by and no work today
structures are crumbling, and falling apart
cracks are appearing, breaking our heart
taking our taxes and drinking sham-pain
email header always have the same names

we've watched and requested for years and years
everything's broken and here come the tears
over and over like a broken record we plead
just give us the stuff that we paid for and need
we feel let down - like, totally shunned
it's not your money - the community fund

and with baited breath, as you un-stick the glue
before, and or even without going through
any consultation, or even asking a few
you may understand our cynical view.

so you see - we need an eye on the ball
a place to start and someone we can call
just fix up this place - we double dare you
we paid already and what do you do?
you work for the electorate - that's only one job
please take this invite for tea and hob nobs
....

please come over any time (5pm til 1am)
Chris and everyone in N19

after no reply - sent this ..

Janet:
woke up this morning and still no replies
i was hoping, at least some promises, not lies
but, days disappear and the weather is worse
everything's broken and the pipes have burst
after years and years of the same old story
Labour council but the mayor is a Tory
nothing changes except the time on the clock
when you work every day - I expect quite a lot
why do you hate the idea of us thriving
working hard everyday, even our children are striving
to improve the area, make it safe for the kids 
to cross the road near the suicide bridge
now, almost too late - everyone is hiding
shirking, denying and even some lying.
as we add up the time and all of the faces
the waste is apparent and only 3 places:
TfL - left holding the inhuman baby
ward councillors - not educated, maybe
Islington's sell off - the social engineering
cheering, sneering and totally interfering
with life our most precious - our air and the light
the taxes stay high and the excuses are trite
come to the table - and make headway today
sincerely yours, the residents of Archway.

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