'' The Despicable Tories '' Poem by Bri Mar

A dictatorship so cruel,
Decided they'd kill,
The sick and the differently abled,
Over them they'd rule,
With an iron will,
For brutality they were fabled.

If weak and infirm,
They'd make you pay,
They looked upon them as scum,
By making them squirm,
They did not have a say,
The disabled would be overcome.

To those genuinely ill,
The future was grim,
They'd ensure they faced persecution,
Though a bitter pill,
It was done on a whim,
That they would face retribution.

Despite the facts,
They harried the weak,
With no thought for that person's condition,
These are criminal acts,
Being forced on the meek,
Trying to force them into submission.

Without any care,
Their lives were in tatters,
With sanctions from the Dickensian age,
Sympathy was rare,
But to them nothing matters,
Regardless of condition or age.

Through this many died,
They could no longer cope,
Truth is they couldn't take any more,
With their benefits denied,
They were left without hope,
Life was too much of a chore.

These evil dictators,
Are not from the past,
Nor am I making up stories,
They're present day operators,
Who will leave you harassed,
Who are they?

‘' The Despicable Tories ‘'