poem 239

 

The far right rise

upon there chant of demise….

please treat us as scum 

see how we will come

As our beloved over lord

rapes our mother* like before

As we witness our father die** 

20 years before his time 

we will never whine 

Just feed us your divine

and that cheap red wine

Just feed us cheap thrills 

and that will to kill 

Just feed us a flag to wave

and that lie of the day

Just as long, you sing along 

from that gilded balcony in the sky 

we will never whine 

as you watch us die

20 years before are time

* https://www.theguardian.com/society/2023/may/30/nearly-70-of-victims-drop-out-of-investigations-in-england-and-wales

** https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/03/06/opinion/working-class-death-rate.html