Amanda Burns
You did not complain as you
Listened, to my tale,
Of social workers not bothered
That I was hungry and tired
and disabled,
Unable to cook and shop and
Clean,
Listening as if it was a
Dream,
No desire to protect me,
Not one meal
And I starved, in isolation.
Why did you not march and complain?
Could you not write, grandmother
For someone other than yourself
I went from size 20 to a
size 12, in 6 short weeks
Starving, crying, screaming
That I had no help
And you listened, not one
letter written.
Don’t get sick or your story will follow mine.
Able bodied fight now
As you have the time.