The cuts to public services have inspired some to write songs, others to make videos and one VB reader, Steve Carter, to write a poem.
Steve wrote to VB yesterday saying, “In the immortal Blues line, “I woke up this morning …” at about 6.30am and felt stirred to write a poem by listening to Ramblings on BBC Radio 4, where the guest was Simon Armitage, a northern poet. Having not written anything resembling a poem since I was at school a very long time ago, this just poured out of me in about five minutes!”
A Poem For Pugh
(with apologies to Rudyard Kipling)
Cuts, Cuts, Cuts
But we’ll be marching
In the street
Cuts, Cuts, Cuts
We’ll stand up
On our own 2feet
Cuts, Cuts, Cuts
It was never
Meant to be
Cuts, Cuts, Cuts
Just eat away
At me
Cuts, Cuts, Cuts
What the Hell
Is going on?
Cuts, Cuts, Cuts
We all have to sing
A protest song!
Cuts, Cuts, Cuts
We’ll not take it
Any more
Cuts, Cuts, Cuts
We’re your masters
Not your whores
Cuts, Cuts, Cuts
Those responsible will fall
Cuts, Cuts, Cuts
Like Humpty Dumpty
Off their haughty wall!
Steve Carter (aged 61 1/2)
