My neighbourhood

The wind blows the dustbin down our empty street
next doors cats gone missing and posters are on the lamppost
the Internet is down
the TV was not so good either
cold and wet along the cliff tops and all kinds of warnings exist to discourage these walks
l am thinking of cooking Chicken chaser even though there is no one to share this with
Prayers and intersessions go forward from my mind for the lost and broken
l bought yesterday an old Cliff Richerds track called the Night from around 1963?
My memories tells me it was one of the first musical taste l liked
Jamie and many other Young people are suffering from depression
Hopelessness and apathy won the souls of many of our Children and young people
There was little fight inside for a fight

Me I got paperwork to do
something about working with the marginalised
many talk the talk but few have relationships with the broken and the marginalised
l do
others l know do
Many do not . it like a rocking horse it looks good in the corner of the home
But you wouldn`t go out on horse ride on a wooden rocking horse
that how many view the Marginalised and the broken

They know we should help and some do we commit to meals in the community
We commit to food banks
But we stop there, we do not challenge a society and the politicians who blame the benefit claimers for being poor
without a job
living in depressed and poverty struck areas

But few will fight against the conditions that oppress people
few will take up arms to combat the causes of poverty
The rich get richer
poverty grows
marginalised get further away and a sub culture grows
forgotten
ignored
left to blow down the street like the rubbish from my bin this morning
next doors cats gone missing and posters are on the lamppost
the Internet is down