Life In The U.K - 2019 (Where Food Banks Are The Norm) Poem by DM W

We are marked as modern malcontents.
We have to suffer the threat of sanctions.
We are fed the stale bread of bitterness.
We are the invisible majority.
We're the inconvenient truth that festers.
We're the carcass that contrasts with your bright flesh:
Ragged strangers that mock your day glow deceits.
We're the despair that counters novelty's dreams.
We're the disease that should remain hidden.
We are the blight on the Union Jack.