Poetic-Verses
'' They'd Rather The Disabled Were Dead ''
Being ill or disabled is now classed as a crime,
Ministers will ensure you've a mountain to climb,
If unable to work you'll be doing time,
It's the law is what they said.
If you can crawl you can paint a floor,
Stand for a minute you can hang a door,
Breathing? Then nothing's too much of a chore,
The very thought fills you with dread.
Walk two steps; you can teach others to dance,
Count to ten you'll be good in finance,
Against those less fortunate we must make a stance,
It's the only way ahead.
Mental health issues no need to worry,
They'll soon have you cured to do it they'll hurry,
What that cure is, is as clear as slurry?
They'll make out they are being misled.
Whatever your ailments you can be sure,
Even if you're dead they will find a cure,
Whatever that is, like them it's obscure,
They'll have you rising from your deathbed.
Getting you to work is what they hanker,
If you can sit for hours you can drive a tanker,
Or you'll make a good politician or a city banker,
Soon you'll be earning some bread.
These so called experts ignore the whole truth,
Their behaviour at the least is very uncouth,
When you're forced into their medical booth,
They'll make sure your character is bled.
Yes that tiny minority, who are on the take,
They are easy to spot you know their illnesses are fake,
But the genuine are dying for goodness sake,
Others lives are hanging by a thread.
Now is the time for some truthful admissions,
They're ignoring the facts from professional physicians,
The biggest fiddlers are bankers and politicians,
' They'd Rather The Disabled Were Dead '
Ministers will ensure you've a mountain to climb,
If unable to work you'll be doing time,
It's the law is what they said.
If you can crawl you can paint a floor,
Stand for a minute you can hang a door,
Breathing? Then nothing's too much of a chore,
The very thought fills you with dread.
Walk two steps; you can teach others to dance,
Count to ten you'll be good in finance,
Against those less fortunate we must make a stance,
It's the only way ahead.
Mental health issues no need to worry,
They'll soon have you cured to do it they'll hurry,
What that cure is, is as clear as slurry?
They'll make out they are being misled.
Whatever your ailments you can be sure,
Even if you're dead they will find a cure,
Whatever that is, like them it's obscure,
They'll have you rising from your deathbed.
Getting you to work is what they hanker,
If you can sit for hours you can drive a tanker,
Or you'll make a good politician or a city banker,
Soon you'll be earning some bread.
These so called experts ignore the whole truth,
Their behaviour at the least is very uncouth,
When you're forced into their medical booth,
They'll make sure your character is bled.
Yes that tiny minority, who are on the take,
They are easy to spot you know their illnesses are fake,
But the genuine are dying for goodness sake,
Others lives are hanging by a thread.
Now is the time for some truthful admissions,
They're ignoring the facts from professional physicians,
The biggest fiddlers are bankers and politicians,
' They'd Rather The Disabled Were Dead '
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
`` They`d Rather The Disabled Were Dead ``
`` They`d Rather The Disabled Were Dead ``
