A Target, Once MoreA Poem by therisaa rantThese tears Which you see Rolling down My face. Are not The tears of sadness Which have graced My life Too often. Rather Of anger At the political elite. Who Erroneously think Being poor And disabled Our votes Do not count. As They balance The provincial budget Upon our back. Believing The programs Which support people Like myself. Are An economic drain Upon the treasury. Thus Need to be Eliminated. For We did not choose To be mentally ill Or physically disabled. Yet You punish us Because Of this. Where Most disabled people Living in urban areas Are forced to decide Whether they buy food Or pay their rent. While The line-ups For subsidized apartments Grow ever longer Than the current Decade wait. Never mind Accessing local food banks If one is lucky To get healthy food That is not beyond It's best before date. Just Imagine A political leader With the guts And the vision To put people First. Yeah right. © 2013 therisaReviews
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