Lovely soundbite there from a robotic public servant! (Indeed a top banking exec used the same phrase apologising for his major high street bank's cock ups!)
The need to tick boxes, be PC (not the constable type), meet targets resulting in closed doors, dirt swept under the carpet not cleaned from the floor?
And get quite a tidy sum to boot which begs the question 'are people in charge in it for the money?' 'cause it ain't the love! Is this a significant factor why those beautiful children were ignored? Because they are beautiful, they are brave, they were let down and deserve the highest apology in the land.
Reactionary? Me? Hell Yeah!! But I've been here before and will carry on, so not quite so! I did learn from Mr Colin Hambrook's first poem in Knitting time - about Andy Warhol's repetitive pictures - penny dropped for me!
Victims repeatedly went to the Police and Social Services written off as a 'prostitute' at 12 after being groomed, kidnapped, trafficked, gang raped, doused with petrol, passed around like a rag doll. What kind of country are we living in? One girl of 12 was arrested as drunk and disorderly in a house with five adult men!
It begs the question 'are these people in charge gutless, scared of being labelled racist or indeed perverted beings themselves?' Well, as long as the poor perpetrators are looked after and understood eh? Fuck Off!!
These people are manipulative, shrewd, evil, conspirators, nasty, without conscience and know exactly what they are doing. Karma is too long a shot, get 'em now!
To hear foreign men and women in this country calling English girls 'easy' make me fucking seethe!!! Is there anywhere else in the world where the indigenous people are used as a doormat? Where the last bastion of legal racism against the indigneous population is waived continually?
But of course while our authorities, children's homes, family members, friends abuse us then it's a free for all!
When is exploitation going to stop in this country? We're always hearing about stories of good deeds done to help third world plights - excellent ! But what about the lost kids here? It's time this country woke up and acted.
It is hard to believe this crap is still happening in the 21st century but it is. How truly shocked do people have to be?
If we could get out the stories of all the dehumanisation that has gone on in our time into a book it would replace the bible, the kuran, the torah, the bhagavad gita with unbelievable stories.
Stop pussyfooting around and being scaredy cats and SAVE OUR CHILDREN!
If you've had your pride crushed
If you've had your name trashed
If you've been petrol doused
If you've been threatened with violence
If you've been beaten
If you've been ignored by the police
If you've been arrested drunk and disorderly when you're 12 in the company of five adult men
If you've been passed off as a wanderer so no worries when you disappear from the 'Home' for a week
If you've been passed around a gang of 'men' like a sex toy
If you've been imprisoned
If you've been trafficked
If you've survived all this then you are not White Trash my friend - you are a superior human being!
Wake up Britain - White Trash Unite - Rotherham is a Wake Up Call!
Sluts, Slags, Slappers, Trash, CHAVS, Whoors
From towns to cities from hills to moors
Kids are treated like dirt
From Working Class to Under Class
Can they put us down any more?
Bequeath us with beneath
On our wreath
Well RIP that bollox up and start again
Let's wReakious havoc In Pace!!
I didn't get DLA and suffered total embarassment trying to claim at an appeal (I could not fill the form in alone. I had to get help). Awaiting another breakdown to explain the first breakdown.
Anger walking away from the DLA in Grays Inn turned into this poem in my head and performed it the next evening at Survivors....something positive out of something negative.
The 51st State of the D Hell of A! - Poetician Needs Hand Rail
Three grey stooges assessing case
Cross examining like Soul assassins
My ‘claim’ from two years before
How elementary there’s Dr Watson
And a solicitor and a mister
Whose names rhyme and whose paradigm is cock!
Fuck me! I’m in the dock
‘by this time could you cook say an omelette and some peas’
No Dr Watson I didn’t really eat!
‘Was the friend you had staying just for reassurance’
Well Yes! Mister Cock
‘so he didn’t help you in the bath’
I couldn’t get in it!
‘do you have a hand rail?’
No I don’t Solicitor ..OH NO I failed the crucial tick
The trick of these inhuman assessors
Belittling me because
I’m not like them ‘cause
My road wasn’t theirs, straight and up the M1
I’ve had A roads and B roads
Wine-dy lanes and slippery slopes
Inn-clines and declines, my hopes
I’m not like them
My path is scattered with trying and flying and dying
What with this humiliation and Actors Centre rejection - I am a failure
The devil works for RADA, the DLA and dresses in Prada!
Brother can you spare a dime?
Brother can you spare a rail?
The tears start to fall
I’m embarrassed with it all
Telling of my ablutions
I plead it’s more than ticking boxes and
I’m looking at the man in the middle
Who tells me they’re not here to give me this
or give me that
I say just give me what I need
To lead a normal life!
And leave before my dignity is tick boxed to D HELL A!
In the corridor my humour is saved by a man who’s like Druid on Acid with a nobbly stick embedded with two different coloured eyes shaking it at the whole establishment… like a shaman – he’s a good he’s a good he’s an Ebenezer Good body who flails and rails inside (My Kingdom for a Rail)
And he’s still at it on the street…he’s angry they made me cry
But as I wander around the city of hypocrisy trying to find my bus the anger kicks in and I’m...
The new sport
that keeps me ticking
for the system
and doing my head in
tick for this
tick for that
tick for my sanity
tick for my gravity
tick this box if you’re mad
tick this box if you’re sad
tick this box if you’re bad
Well I’m ticking for the whole of humanity
To blow you up
Ticking an explosives box for you
Tick tick tick tick boom!
(I like the click, the tick and the fulfulment of online boxing)
Not in Edinburgh but what a stirring experience watching out for something special on The Fringes.
This lead singer inspires me to think this is where David Ruffin's roots must be (The Temptations).