You put me down, sir 
 You put me down.

 Because I stand for the North
 And the Northern girl henceforth
 And I’m spiralling back and forth 
 Cos you implicate my worth
 And You put me down. 

 You put me down, lady
 You put me down.

 Because I stand for the common man
 Who in your mind is just less than
 With your manners down the pan
 And your San Tropez suntan
 You put me down.

 You put me down, son 
 You put me down.

 Because I stand for the poor
 For the scrapping at the door
 For the can’t afford no more
 For those angry words I swore
 You put me down. 

 You put me down, lass
 You put me down.

 Because I stand for the weak
 For the needy and the bleak
 For the words that they can’t speak
 For the traumatised and meek
 You put me down.

 Is inequality just a Northern thing
 Aren’t the hearts of us Northerners allowed to sing
 About the suffering the cruel social divisions bring
 About the inequality, the injustice, its harrowing
 To think that society is still allowing
 This wall to exist.

 And you put me down. 

© Sarah Drury 2019