Is It Fair?

The following poem was written by JB Barrington as a commission by York City Council inconjunction with York Fairness.

A film of the poem was also commissioned for One&OtherTV and you can view this at the bottom of the page

Is It Fair by JB Barrington

I live in a prosperous city
Rich in history and heritage and beauty that beguiles
But take a look past the wall and the shops that enthral
For somewhat contrasting lifestyles
If my eyes can see injustice
Surely your eyes can see it too
We’ve all got the wisdom and courage to oppose it
As a collective it’s not difficult to do
I want fair and square just and honest
I want them free from discrimination
I wanna snap and unwrap the reels of red tape
In the corridors of administration
Where the regulators regulate
In favour of the greedy
Where a wave of cuts make and create
More vulnerable and needy
For them it’s a buyer’s market
For I am of the plenty
I’m one big pound sign as they buy my time
Their purse gets fat mine stays empty
It’s the same old theme in the same grand scheme
In the same old day to day
It’s the same fat chance and the same old dance
To the same old tune they play
Now that my children have gone
My boxes and suitcase they wait in the hall
But it’s all about numbers cos memories don’t matter
As the last of the photos come down from the wall
Is it fair that I now have to leave
Just because I’ve grown old and alone
Is it fair that I’m forced to leave behind
My house that once was my family home
I have no family heirlooms
No crystal cut glass or antiques
When death does bereave all I’ll bequeath
Is some debt and more tears to soak cheeks
I wish i could just have that something
To pass down to my next of kin
Instead of sleeping pills and unpaid bills
In an empty biscuit tin
Centuries ago the people of York
Marched to London to have their say
They said they wouldn’t accept poverty
Or inequality
So why should we accept it today?

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About JB Barrington

The words & verse of JB Barrington; performance poet from Salford. Lovely stuff, touches heart strings and the odd raw nerve - Johnny Vegas Great poems; great delivery - Terry Christian A warm charm, a rapier wit and a real appreciation of words - Louder Than War
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