You were the pinnacle.
You were the peak.
You were the strongest, making it through the weeks.
They are the poorest, despite their wealth.
They are the sickest, despite their health.
They are the coldest, despite their houses and their heat.

What a fucking travesty,
A state sponsored tragedy.
You may be cold and gone,
But you're not the one who's dead to me.

Passers by, living up to their name.
Every single one should feel ashamed.
They never broke her, though, even at the end,
When the rules of the system just refused to bend.

It's a disgrace how easily they refuse.
When have they ever had to choose
Between risking life and facing death
Or losing the little they have left?

I hope your flowers grow from the ground you're in now.
And I hope you can forgive us all, some way and some how.
And I hope they can't fucking sleep at night.
Because people like you are finally on their mind.

http://www.b3ta.com/questions/tramps/post472804
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/tayside_and_central/7861600.stm