She reached for the plain bread to lay it out.
One slice each with beans off a far Foodbank.
The disappointed children eat without pleasure,
and look with eyes that show meagre years
of Tory rule.
The face of plenty stares at them from the news-
paper stand – jolly eyes like Santa with a twist
that is more like Satan. The little ones go to
bed and hunger for tomorrow to be school,
free meal fed.
Crumpled faces of adults who see their kids
starving are fury whipped as they hear the
politicians think Christmas will make it well
while each day destroys their little ones
health and hope.
Bold figures with blind eyes, and deaf ears
to the cry of the poor, talk of turkeys and
the poor cry for bread and this time there
will be no knitting because they cannot
afford the wool.