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Question Time – Dave

“Look
A question for the new prime minister
How’d you have a heart so sinister?
How are you so wasteful when people are dying in Somalia
Afghanistan, Egypt, Libya?
The irony is we have no business in Syria
But kids are getting killed for all the business in Syria
And then they try and tell you it’s ISIS, it’s ISIS
In their attempts at killing it, how many civilians
Died, so what’s the difference between us and them?
When you got drones killing kids just touching ten

Then when a bomb goes off, every politician’s lost
Like that last strike that didn’t kill a hundred men

You ain’t the same as them
But all that fuel for the fire is what you gave to them
And what you take from them

All my life I know my mum’s been working
In and out of nursing, struggling, hurting
I just find it fucked that the government is struggling
To care for a person that cares for a person

So where’s the discussion on wages and budgets?
How they made them redundant when I was a young’un
The letters in our car said my mum was overdraft
But somehow I still had dinner money in my pocket
And even the little things like ordering pizza
Were probably the reason for overtime in the evening
Five till ten, six hours of sleeping
For 22 years my mum was doing the cleaning

Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
That’s the reality for millions of people in a nation
Where a lot of us were looking for a second try

A question for the new prime minister
And please, tell me if I’m being narrowminded
But how do we spend so much money on defence
And weapons to wage war when the NHS is dying?

Bursting at the seams, and what about them people
That voted for us to leave for the money that it would see?
350 million we give to the EU every week
That our health service needs

But now them politicians got what they wanted
Can you see an empty promise or a poster on the street?
Nurses in tears ’cause they’re working every hour of the week
And they still don’t have the money that they need
You brought the heart of the nation to its knees
Underpaid, understaffed, overworked
And overseen by people who can’t ever understand
How it feels to live life like you and me

Patients lying in the corridors
‘Cause doctors can’t even find a bed for them to sleep
I remember A&E and all them sickening screams
Of a little girl waiting for a surgeon to be seen
Privatized healthcare, guns for police
Increased uni fees, is this what they’re selling us?
Well let me remind you just in case you’ve forgotten
That we live in Great Britain, not in Donald Trump’s America
Speaking of America, state and the president
With all due respect, I’ve got something to say to them
I just find it funny you can’t give a hand to Palestine
But you can trade whole arms with Saudi Arabia

Look, look
I’ve got a question for the new prime minister
At Grenfell Tower, your response was ridiculous
You hid like a coward behind your 5 million
Dodged responsibility and acted like you’re innocent

And I can see you’re terrified, you’re not good at telling lies
I’m getting why you stay away from everything that’s televised
You look like a robot and you don’t speak with any life
It feels to me like any guy in press could’ve said them lines
Imagine going to the council for the safety of your block
And you’ve got kids but they’re ignoring you at every time
Everyone who knew about that cladding
Should really be going prison under rule of joint enterprise
But if it ain’t a little kid with a knife
I bet that judge is going easy when he’s giving him time
They don’t deserve to be free
Any builder, MP that knew about the conditions but did it to save cheese
When I listen to the things that the residents had seen
I was so shocked I couldn’t even speak
Families they know that had died in their sleep
How you choke on the smoke when you’re struggling to breathe
The glow from the fire
The panic when you hear all the sirens
The crackling, the popping and the muffled-out screams
The fear in the eyes of a man that was trapped
Who jumped 15 floors from the tower to the street
I could only hear a fraction of the pain and the grief
Closing my eyes, trying hard not to cry
And the joy and relief in the face of a man
When a woman from the flat said his neighbour was alive
No help from the council in keeping any list
Or the people that survived, his neighbours and peers
And for that whole meeting I could see that he was trying
So his smile was an island in a sea full of tears

Look, I’ve got a message for our old prime minister
David Cameron
I mean you fucked us, resigned, then sneaked out the firing line

I wanna know how you managed it
And are you bathing in the sun while them papers have a run
At the woman that you left here to handle it?
You gonna teach your little lad to be the man that’s got a plan
And then the moment that it fails to abandon it?
Are there bullies in his school?
And when you pick them up after class, can you feel his embarrassment?
I mean you never gave a fuck about the youth and that’s the truth
There’s no sympathy for you or your cabinet
I really wish I could’ve seen how you were scramblin’
When you lost the referendum that you had to win

I feel like politicians are all addicts
In a big fat game but it’s lives that you gamble with

I’ve got a question for the leader of the Labour Party
Jeremy Corbyn, where do you wanna take the country to?
Honestly, I wanna put my trust in you
But you can understand why if I’ve got trust issues
Do you really have the faith of your party?
Do you really have faith in the party that will come with you?

And how do you plan on keeping all the promises?
Man, if I’m being honest, sir, I’m struggling to get with it
I just ain’t getting it
Everybody’s great until you get them into office and then guys start forgetting things
Prove to us you’re different, don’t promise me anything
Go and get justice for Rashan Charles and Edison
And if you haven’t had the thought to vote yet
Or protest ’cause you don’t really see the progress

I hope you know that what they’re saying is affecting us
The small steps are way better than no steps.”

Dave @ Apple Music

@Santandave1

 

 

5 Minute Philosopher…

This interview is always on the last page of stylist magazine (http://www.stylist.co.uk/) So I thought I would try and answer some of the questions to ease myself back into writing for this month of August…

What is the meaning of life? I think the meaning of life is what you make it. To Laugh, share experiences, find out what you Love doing and learn along the way.

What is the difference between right and wrong? Right is when you live in a way that doesn’t hurt anybody else, wrong is when you know that your actions are negatively affecting others. The lines can be blurred though.

Where is your happy place? Maybe on a beach or in the gym. I am happiest when I am with my friends or chilling with my family.

Nature or Nurture? Both, Nature provides the ingredients, but our upbringing and our experiences continue to shape us.

Is it more important to be liked or respected? Respected because it lasts longer. Being liked and loved by the people close to you is more important than being liked by people you don’t know.

If you could be remembered for one thing what would it be? Just generally being a bit wacky and weird and not afraid of being myself. And being a good friend, I think that is really important.

Who or What is your greatest love? Who would be my family and friends. Big love for them. What would be Italy, I feel a way there that I can’t feel anywhere else in the world.

When did you last lie? 5 minutes ago when I said I would call someone back at work…. I am actually a really bad liar, my face gives everything away.

Does the supernatural exist? I believe that the Holy Spirit exists, but would you call that supernatural? On ghosts and stuff I am undecided.

Are you fatalistic? To some extent yes. I believe that everyone is on their own path but we create our own destiny. The choices we make and the way we lead our lives define us, which we have control over.

What is your greatest fear? Loosing everyone I love, or something happening to the people that I love. And public speaking.

Animals or babies? Baby elephant?

What talent do you yearn for? Either being able to Sing properly or being a fully qualified F1 driver – just to make my dad proud.

Do you like being complimented? I don’t know what to do with compliments so I get awkward when given one. I’m that person that instantly tries to deflect the situation away from me. I cringe thinking about it. But yes I do – doesn’t everyone?!

Do you have a high pain threshold? I’d like to think so. Although I had my knee taped up after an injury back in April and pulling that off hurt sooo bad. My sister who is a nurse might disagree with me.

What books do you recommend most to others? Honour by Elif Shafak, Small Island by Andrea Levy and The Kite Runner by Khaled Housseini. They are about honour and sacrifice and true friendship, and they all changed the way I look at love.

Which has been the hardest lesson to learn? I think it would be not to take things personally. Why do I always do that? And how to let go, that’s always tough.

Which food sums up happiness? Pizza.

What have you never understood? Bad manners and people who walk slow in the city.

What is the one thing you want to know before you die? Preferably when I am going to die so I can prepare for it.

Are you scared of dying or what happens when you die? I believe that if I live by faith then I have nothing to worry about. But I think knowing I am going to die imminently I would be anxious about it.

Quinoa or Quavers? Can I choose another type of crisps? Doritos chilli heatwave!

The Letter

The Letter

I. Martedi

Perhaps if I had chosen differently that Tuesday,
you would have chosen differently that Tuesday.

I keep dreaming about you touching my legs
on the train that night in December.

But I always wake and remember that you sit behind bars.
Now what chance do we stand.

Although I’m sure If I had let myself,
I would have learnt to bend over them backwards to get to you.

 

II. Mercoledi

It’s my simple thing,
remembering you in days.
The ones you were there, and the ones you were not.

Thursdays you would take off for me
and Fridays, after work
we would find a spot to go swimming at the beach,
drive home after midnight still wet in your car.

So you leaving mid-week, like you did
screwed with me like jet lag.
I wish you had waited until Sunday to get caught.

 

III. Giovedì

That’s when I picked up my pen to write.
Not about you at first, to you.

Everyone has a purpose. I felt like mine was to make you feel.
Everything everyone is too scared to.

And so I wrote from the heart.
I was scared too, least of all angry, just sad, because it was to you.

 

IV. Venerdì

Once I started I couldn’t stop.
I wrote from dark until light.

Stamp stuck and purpose filled. Self expression-ed out.
I felt everything I knew it would make you feel.

Freedom under the moonlight.

I sprinted to catch the 9am post. That letter had run me out.

But I was lighter on my feet, and mind.
Friday changed my life.