It’s magic; the roundabout at the centre of the world
there she is, in the centre of the centre of the world
the placard she holds says NEED A JOB CAN YOU HELP
she could be anyone anywhere yet she is here, stood
in the centre of the roundabout at the centre of her world.
Three years she lived hand to mouth, lived on the street,
found a job which came and went, and qualified in ICT.
Now housed, worried, workless not workshy
she stands in the centre of the roundabout in the centre of her world.
COUNTRY IN DEBT: AUSTERITY RULES headed to a poverty plague
she holds the placard it says big and bold NEED A JOB CAN YOU HELP
invisible inked I am not one of the ‘undeserving poor’
she smiles with her placard, hopes to help herself.
It’s magic the roundabout at the centre of the world.
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