Bedroom tax / 6 June 2013
Upon a box she cries with heart,
"My world you're smashing it apart.
I've given birth within these walls,
watched children grow, and run through halls
from room to room, beneath this roof,
our happiness was living proof
that though they felt the urge to roam,
they all return to this, their home.
"This garden where we've scattered ash
of my dear mum, an aunt that passed.
The roses that we've planted here,
in memory of our own, so dear.
"And now you say that I must go,
and leave this place where love still glows
and find a smaller place that lacks,
all for the sake of Bedroom tax!"