Mr Policeman

Papa’s not here For we had hunger to fear- He took his backpack And never came back. Mama’s gone too- Drunk she got -nothing I could do The money she forgot. School mister? Then what about my sisters? You come knocking, But all you do is nodding. You ask me for papa But I must go make supper, For I have four siblings And the money’s dribbling. You ask my age But it will nothing change Because, Mr Policeman You stand there with your fan And in my tin home You must your people phone, For you must save the day But I don’t get a say Because you will eventually separate us And say that you must But Mr policeman You don’t understand. Little Tommy’s only got me left For he’s completely deaf. Sarah gets nightmares- You don’t know our fears. I had to steal To cook a meal For that day I had no work, I had found Betty in the dirt. Beaten and bruised, Broken and abused. Your uniform had her abused. You don’t understand our struggle Your money provides a bubble. And you will never understand trouble Or the need to fight While your blue lights flash bright.