It feels like day after day these last five years, one story of hardship has crossed my desk after another. Day after day I saw stories of hardship caused by tory cuts; stories of despair, starvation and suicide. Each time my heart was filled with rage. All of those stores could have been avoided; they did not have to happen. The Tories had a choice in what they cut. They could have spared people the suffering, but instead they chose to hit the poorest hardest. They picked on people who could not defend themselves while cutting tax for their rich friends. That tax could have contributed to the economy, so the suffering of others could have been less. That is why, in all earnestness and without a shred of hyperbole, I feel that what the tories have done is tantamount to a crime against humanity. They try to absolve themselves, saying they had no choice but to inflict these cuts. But they did have a choice; they chose to make the poorest people in society suffer needlessly as they cut tax for the richest. The blame lies wholly with them and their politics of greed.

Evening is drawing in. I await the dawn with both hope and fear. The new dawn must, surely, bring the start of change. Could we be foolish enough to let this continue? Will the Tories get back in? Am I to get more stories of despair, suicide and death. With all my heart I hope not. Only the dawn, or the one after it, can tell: but I hope the setting sun takes with it the hurtful, disastrous tory government.