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.
Copyright © Maria Mortimer | Year Posted 2023
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