Dear Mr Cameron.

Dear Mr Cameron,

It’s been a long time coming, this letter to you.

The voting slips came in the post and I didn’t really know what to do.

Which box should I tick?

Do I close my eyes and just do it quick?

Or do I talk it through and deliberate for a time?

See Mr Cameron the decision is important to me,

My vote counts and I feel its about time you stand up and listen to the people who you just don’t see.

I understand there is no quick fix,

But did you have to pull the most vulnerable into this mix?

See it’s people like me Mr Cameron who are suffering the most.

Because its people like us who are least likely to boast.

A free car, a blue badge and undeserved money?

When in reality that is simply just not funny.

Mr Cameron Sir, have you ever been unable to work?

Have you sobbed so hard at something that does nothing but lurk?

Have you been told there is no cure and slowly your body will break down and fail?

That no matter how hard you try or scream or cry or shout you just can’t cope with something of such a massive scale.

Have you ever been told, Mr Cameron, that they just don’t know why?

Why you are where you are and how you can do nothing but cry.

Cry at the unknown life you and your family will face.

Cry that one day you will be a shell of who you are with your inevitable fall from grace.

Of course Mr Cameron I am talking about the changes to the benefits for the disabled.

The people who are just not physically abled,

To fill in your forms and attend the interviews to prove I am what I say I am.

Are you surprised in the lack of reapplications from the people of whom you don’t give a damn.

The people who struggle to get out of bed,

The people with that monster lurking in their head,

We already struggle to function each and every day

So why Mr Cameron do you make this the way?

Where we exhaust ourselves worrying about that money,

When our lives will forever be far from sunny.

Can’t you help us try and be all we can?

And do it from the moment this all began.

Because Mr Cameron we can’t take anymore.

We need help to survive, to get through the damn door.

So Mr Cameron If you want my vote,

Help the disabled, believe what I wrote.

Put yourself in my shoes and try and understand,

This is not at all what we all had planned.

Make the services and benefits fully accessible,

Because any more of this fight would be reprehensible.


13 thoughts on “Dear Mr Cameron.

  1. Such a beautifully written Poem, direct to the point. I hope someone is listening to you plea, you are not just a number, statistic, you are real and need help. Good luck

  2. Powerful and from the heart. I am in a similar position and I cannot understand why the country is allowing this to happen. Thinking of you x

  3. Hi msmummyoftwo, lovely letter and very well put together, however, do you really expect this smug man, a millionaire who claims DLA AND Carers Allowance for his disabled kid, plus puts a claim for in for expenses ….wait for it…a 37 PENCE paper clip..amongst other things if course. Do you really expect this turd, who whilst living rent free in Downing Street, a TV licence included, is letting his own home out for £4000pcm…to care for YOU? ME? Lmao…the man is a moron, a coward, a dangerous individual, something that should gave been flash down the wc at birth!!!
    The only next DC is feathering is his own and that of his useless simpering excuse for a wife…still, we all know what do do and who to vote for come May 2015 don’t we!!

  4. Wow. Sorry to hear that things are so bad for you, I do think it’s awful that the whole benefit restructuring seems to be harming the people it’s meant to be protecting. #Prose4T

  5. Brilliantly put. It is so important that the government realise that we aren’t all on ‘the make’ and that many of the people out here are genuinely suffering. They need to find and punish the minority who do not penalise the ones that don’t!! Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought lovely, it is really good to see your writing linked up xx

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