Do they still not get it?

Do they still not get it? After all that has been said about the dignity of independent living, the little freedoms a jobless person with a disability might get from having a personal income, it seems most politicians are either too cold-hearted or too thick to understand what this means to a person’s dignity.

The fudging of Noonan, Burton et al, and the insulting reasons which they gave as justification for such a low act are all inexcusable! Totally inexcusable! It just goes to show exactly where  ‘disability’ is placed on the government’s and the State’s ladder of priority: botton rung, guys, BOTTOM RUNG!
Come out with you hands up and publicly apologise for your denigration of the dignity of young disabled people.

First the blind pension and now this fiasco! And for what? So that the likes of Seanie Fitzpatrick and Michael Fingleton and Aherne and all his ilk (those rats who jumped the ship of state when the saw the rocks to which they had steered it) can enjoy the luxury to which lesser mortals may never aspire. There is something rotten in this State, and this latest attack on the marginalised is a prime example.
When I wrote the song Babylon is Burning (Anthem for a doomed place) last year, I thought we had reached the bottom, but THIS!

Babylon is Burning
(Anthem for a doomed place)
They’re living on the crumbs
The dregs of icy of tea;
They’re weighing what they’ve lost
And what they’ll never see,
The hardship that has come
Was born where they don’t live
And christened ‘I will take
But I will never give’—Babylon is Burning!
CHORUS
Babylon is burning, and our lives are going down
Babylon is burning — through ashes and through smoke
We cannot see the joke;
Tell the angel from the clown,
We are past discerning — Babylon is burning!

But I will name them now
The men who broke our hearts
And took us for a ride
While playing traitors’ parts
Sean Fitz and Fingleton:
Aherne and all his ilk,
Laughting at our rags
While they are dressed in silk — Babylon is Burning!
CHORUS
From the ashes and the flame
The feathered bird of hope
Unable to take flight
Is tethered to a rope,
That’s woven from our shame
We cannot shake it loose,
We cannot even name
The phoenix from the goose — Babylon is Burning!
CHORUS
From ashes and from flame
The feathered bird will rise:
Like an angel from our shame
A bright light in the skies.
We’ll raise our hands to touch
That light we need to reach,
The hope they could not crush
And holding each to each
We’ll build new from our yearning,
When Babylon stops burning.

Frank Callery © 2010.