Twas the night before Christmas and all through the House
MP’s were feasting on subsidised grouse
Their expenses were listed and nobody cared
That the cries of disabled were going unheard
The Members soon nestled in tax funded beds
While visions of riches danced in their heads
And a subservient underclass doffing its cap
Settled their brains for a long winter nap
When out in the streets there came such a clatter
They crawled from their beds to see what was the matter
Drapes cast asunder, it was clear in a flash
That the strivers were clearing the Ministerial trash
The cleaners had trudged in through 8 inches of snow
To buff and to polish the offices below
No living wage at the end of the day
Just tax payer subsidised minimum pay
And out in the doorways of numerous places
The homeless and helpless shielded their faces
Their hopes and their dreams had drifted away
Replaced by despair at another new day.
But this year at Christmas a miracle appears
An army of deviant kind volunteers
Disability Ninjas armed with the facts
Savaging proposals with a symbolic axe
And along the blade the words burn bright
“You will not destroy us, we will turn and fight”
To speak for those who’s voices are small
Voices ignored, if heard at all
Churches and Unions stood up to fight
To demand what is reasonable, and what is right
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land
Tears are shed at what is planned
By the people who with enormous wealth
Are happy to endanger the very health
Of the people who quietly every day
Keep the country ticking away
NHS nurses and other health workers
In danger of becoming next weeks “shirkers”
But the Charities, activists and Unions united
Now they will help the lives of the blighted
The poor, the rejected, the lost in despair
We will reach out and comfort and show that we care
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the lands
The sword of truth awakens in our own hands
And when it seems to heavy to swing
Remember the miracles that Christmas can bring.
