Condescending


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