Let me tell you
a story about a man called Dustin,
living the last four years of his life
behind a dustbin.
No possessions,
not even a friend to trust in;
hearing people walking by
calling him disgusting.

Discussing,
with no consideration,
completely indifferent
to his humiliation.
Hungry and trapped
in homeless circulation;
an example of thousands
in this very same situation.

But never
in Dustin’s youthful imagination
had he envisaged this life
in his current accommodation;
a little heroin
just for recreation,
quickly became
his full time occupation.
Rarely eating,
feeding a thieving reputation;
notorious for his behaviour
at the local police station.
Records for everything,
a list of condemnation;
the council had nowhere
safe that they could place him.

They’d encouraged him to undertake
drug rehabilitation,
they’d paid for further schooling,
intervention through education.
He’d tried every combination
of medication to save him
but still persistently returned
to his volatile situation.
Considered hazardous to the public,
he ignored police probation,
and thus, reluctantly, they threw him
into social segregation.

Years dragged by
until the Clegg/ Cameron coalition,
where the Lib-Dem’s tried to demonstrate
power in their position.
Clegg drew up a mandate
for parliament proposition
through which he proposed to solve
Britain’s homelessness condition.
 
He intended to address issues
of famine and malnutrition,
simultaneously solving homelessness;
abolition was his mission.
By 2013, he aimed for the attrition
of homeless and hungry people,
in linear juxtaposition.

Such a feat would reduce
the governmental onus
to tackle drug addiction
and ‘the down-and-out’s’ proneness,
to steal, rob and burgle;
the public would moan less.
Clegg proposed to feed the hungry....

....with the homeless!

Meanwhile,
in Dustin’s new location,
he sat about bored
through lack of stimulation.
No simulation,
not even a PlayStation to entertain him;
he had a radio and sink
as that was all they gave him.
Four walls and no social integration,
it was his birthday,
with no hint of celebration,
so he turned on the radio
to the politics station
and lay back on his bed
with his feat up on his basin.

Dustin had been clean
for almost 5 years,
not even a cigarette,
not even a beer.
A clear head,
and thus perfect concentration,
he could hear movement beneath him
in the cell block basement.
The conversation of the presenter however,
began to hasten,
as he informed his audience
of the new government dedication.
The mandate had been passed
and with no annotation,
those in power had decreed
its immediate formation.

Those considered hopeless;
experimentation.
Next, those to follow

through doctoral recommendation.
A system thrust in place
with no ethical consideration;
the brutality of which
lacked modern sophistication.
Echoing times now ancient,
barbarian innovation;
this political architecture
in our modern generation
lacked the fortification of thought
to prevent genocidal temptation.
To reduce crime,
benefit payments
and economic inflation,
preying on those labelled
with negative connotations;
our protagonist, a candidate
through his previous vocations.

Dustin, terrified,
gripped his medication,
his hands shaking from hyperventilation
there was no one to save him -
he had no relations,
a forgotten soul,
a redundant creation -
being culled to prevent
situational elevation.
And with his heart pounding
from raw anticipation,
his cell door opened
to two operatives adjacent.