Where I am from

Where I am from

I’m from a place that looked like the village of the damned.
Destitution, prostitution and violence ruled the land.
A social engineered project.
Designed to keep you down.
Living in purgatory, full of clowns.

Drinking in a boozer with thugs on drugs.
Championed as heroes because they could throw a hard punch.
Some crazy fat fuck, who would have your nuts off.
If they did not like your look.

Burglaries and robberies an every day event.
Desensitized to violence by the age of eight.
Shop lifting a sport so you did not miss out.

Role models in short supply.
There would be no easy way out.
Education frowned upon.
Your role would be a class clown.
Such a stressful lifestyle.
Surviving was the key.
Never looking forward.
Always looking down.
I’m sure this was repeated in most U.K. town’s.

Yet we allow this to go down.
Past down to every generation.
As this is a normal way of life.
To survive in all this poverty and strife.
These forgotten neighbourhoods.
It seems to be part of the government’s plans.
Because uneducated and oppressed people will never make a stand.

This has always been the way we are ruled.
By our masters from up above.
They focus our attention in looking at immigration.
Race and religion.
On how these people are so different than us.
So we can invest our anger and frustrations on a sitting duck.
But we have more in common with these so called enemies than our illegitimate leaders.
Who view us from high above.

Can we break the deadlock of our strife and pain?
Or are we to brainwashed?

We hold our own destiny, we could make the change.
If we hold our leaders accountable.
But we suffer as they gain.

Part of the problem.
Is that all politicians seem the same.
They all use smoke and mirrors.
All the propaganda is the same.
Are outlooks are completely different.
But the outcome is the same.

The weak must suffer all the pain.
Dehumanizing propaganda.
Wanting them to die of shame.

We have to rise above this.
Climb out of the estates.
Make our leaders accountable.
Let them feel the pain.
This might just be a pipe dream.
But we need to try all the same.

They should have to live in the conditions that I am from.
Let them feel the shame.
Let them feel the hunger.
Let them feel the pain.

Then no one would have to go through.
The hell of where I am from.