SOS by Ian Stanton
SOS, SOS, Save these children in distress,
Dig deep into your largesse,
Keep them fed and keep them dressed.
Give a boost to your career
And keep the government’s conscience clear,
So they can boast with utmost clarity
Victorian values, hope and charity.
SOS, SOS,
Helpless cripples, all are blessed,
Smiles that must mean happiness
And can’t be screams of bitterness.
Keep the spastic slur in lights
& pay to keep us out of sight
Get your face on BBC,
No wonder stars turn up for free.
SOS, SOS,
Friends will bring you happiness,
Do they get on? Well, who cares less?
The able bodied know what’s best.
Hero children, medals bright,
Already taught that it’s their right
To make decisions, pull our strings,
And what rewards such action brings.
SOS, SOS,
If only you could see the mess ……
The money you raise
Pays people to oppress me!
Special nursery, special school,
Special college, learn the rules,
Special Adult Training Cesspit!
Real work for real wages?
You’re dreaming kid, forget it.
You’re safe in here, not like out there,
People laugh and people stare,
They don’t mean harm they’re just not used
To seeing someone jerk like you ……
Better stay here, out of the way.
That’s what’s bought with what you pay.
If only you knew!
Ian Stanton.
