Court In. Part 2 Poem by maria goodison

You call this a safe small town, yet more crime go on then i have done.
So I may of set a little fire and yes it may of got out of control, but still I claim if it had not been for you blinded eyes I would not of made the fire to keep warm.
I would not of broke that window to feed the hunger inside my belly.
I may not of mug that man to take the drugs that keep the cold out at night.
If you so called understand was better and you did not fling the homeless in to camps that are by far way to small, dark and rats become you very best friend.
Or what about the old and needy who I have seen by my own eyes be beating for only £5, do they have a right in your awesome small town?
Or what about the really unlucky one that have there body parts stolen to keep you up and living.
Yes I've seen this town and yes I've seen the paged that you hold.
But what about us, what about the people that craw throw the dirt and mud just to get a hand full of water that you give out.
What about the slime bribe that get giving one that would put the German's to shame?
The sex slave's that you your self have lock up in your seller, some no more then 10?
So I took a hammer to your doors, so I burnt your building's down, so I hung the worse people that I could find.
So I took your rules and shouted NO MORE.
And still a cover up you must do, to wipe my name from face of this world, well very well you must do what you must.