A Cry From the Freezing Margins

 

Just feel the Labour warmth

They say politics is a game. But it’s not a game for us. It’s not a headline, a soundbite, or a clever pivot on breakfast TV. For millions of us, it's the difference between survival and suffering.

This winter, I face the cold without certainty. My winter fuel payment—once a lifeline—was nearly taken away by a government that seems to believe warmth is optional. For many of us with disabilities, every penny is precious. Yet we watched the Labour Party float cruel reforms that would have pulled the rug from beneath our feet.

It’s not just about fuel. It’s about dignity. It's about respect. And it's about time politicians remembered who they're meant to serve—not the boardrooms, but the bedrooms where shivering pensioners pray for sunshine.

Sir Keir Starmer’s estimated wealth—up to £10 million, spanning property and legal earnings—sets him apart from those he seeks to govern. That wealth doesn’t disqualify him from leadership. But when policies he backs threaten those struggling just to stay fed, housed, and warm, the gap becomes a chasm. Especially when lavish spending on military hardware seems to rank higher than care for citizens who can’t even heat their homes.

I’ve taken up writing—not as a career move, but as a last resort. Words may not pay the bills, but they speak when policy silences us. They protest, they plead, and they ignite.

If this is socialism, it wears unfamiliar boots. Real progress listens first, then acts boldly to lift people up—not lock them out.