In England's social housing, a crisis is found,
Five times more complaints, a rising sound.
Poor living conditions, a story to tell,
A breakdown in trust, a situation to compel.
Asbestos, electrical issues abound,
Pest control and leaks, a problem all around.
Damp and mould, a health risk so high,
A perfect storm, a challenge to the eye.
Mr Blakeway speaks out, a voice so clear,
An imbalance of power, a relationship so dear.
Tenants have little say, a growing frustration,
A lack of dignity and respect, a communication frustration.
£9bn for repairs, a record amount so grand,
But historic underfunding, a challenge to withstand.
The LGA speaks out, a warning so dire,
A situation unsustainable, a future on fire.
Awaab's Law, a new law to abide,
A competence standard, to ensure staff with pride.
But Kwajo Tweneboa, a housing campaigner so bold,
Says tenants are not listened to, a story so cold.
Families suffer, children in need,
Defecating in bin bags, a situation so unseemly to read.
The National Housing Federation, a sector so grand,
Spends record sums on repairs, but quality issues to withstand.
A Ministry of Housing spokesperson, a statement so fine,
Everyone deserves a safe home, a reality to design.
But the crisis persists, a challenge so great,
A managed decline, a future so uncertain to await.