One of the main issues reported on DNO in 2013 has been the increasing dependence on food banks by communities in Britain and the machinations of national and local government to deflect their increasing prevalence from being linked to policies such as welfare benefit changes, the bedroom tax and Job Centre Sanctions.
This has been achieved by ‘creative’ interpretation of statistics, reduced reporting, changing referral methods, outright denials of the results of respected studies, attempts to muzzle charities from lobbying, criticizing religious leaders and holding a monopoly on the commissioning, delivery and evaluation of services.
DNO will continue to link people to the national, local and personal stories that are a testimony to the real effects of the policies of our elected representatives both locally and nationally. DNO will continue to lampoon and debunk the hogwash, piffle, buffoonery and hypocrisy emanating from most of them while supporting those that expose their tosh.
With Christmas pending DNO challenged some of its resident poets to write something entitled ‘ From Lapland to Poundland’. Here are a couple of the results:
From Lapland to Poundland by the Reverend Graham Charlish
If you do ponder of your pound
Your life is not too sound around
You maybe wish upon a star
Troubles countered near and far
Money drains through fingers cold
And worry when you get quite old
When children wear just hand me down
I shudder when I see them frown
With food and warmth it shouldn’t cost
As days get short and nights of frost
May think of rich but always poor
And stay the drafts from creaky door
A trip to Lapland is my curse
As Poundland counts from empty purse
From Lapland to Poundland by Ken Duddle
Simon was a happy elf
Who always wore a smile
One of Santa’s best elves
Willing to go the extra mile.
With trousers of green, tunic red
And a bright yellow bobble hat
Simon whistled a happy tune
While at his workbench he sat.
Answering letters to Santa
From all the girls and boys
Stamping Made in Lapland
On all the childrens toys.
For three months Simon toiled
Hardly time for a rest
But satisfied in the knowledge
That he had given his best.
But Simon’s work was seasonal
And soon it came to an end.
So upon the shores of England
Simon did descend.
At the local job centre
He was told he had to work
He could not draw benefits
If he intended to shirk.
So he was sent to Poundland
And stacking shelves he had to do
Not really an ideal job
For an elf of five foot two.
Simon became sadder and sadder
And considered taking pills
Until he saw Santa arrive
To start work on the tills.
Simon was happy again
Looking forward to the day
When he would return to Lapland
On Santa’s reindeer pulled sleigh.