Bigot Street by Geraldine Ward

There is a place called Bigot Street

Where each pathway leads to prejudice:

“Look at all the dosh she got, for getting up the duff.

That black family over the road, they are living off my hard work and taxes.

Something called the public purse for the government to help the most vulnerable

Marginalised by those that spark the fuse by spouting bile

From their comfortable pews.

Instead lend a hand to the broken, show warmth and compassion

Because one day for all your efforts you might be,

Crushed, alone without a voice on Bigot Street


Geraldine Ward is a poet and author from Kent. You will find more of her work on

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