Blue eyes sunk in a worried face,
dim with the ache of hunger,
closing to hide the horror of
cruelty in power and control.
——
Brown ones too in the faces
of children understanding
that they are voiceless and
that loving adults voted for
—–
this annihilation, bold policies
that take their food, warmth,
their schools, jobs and hope
and create fat cats, and pigs
—–
that grunt and snuffle in the
decaying detritus of their
lost lives, painting with
their blood an enthralling
—–
idyllic picture of a trickling
stream of quickening money
but block it, subvert it, to sell
the oppressed for a fevered
—-
obsession with giving money,
and more money, and misery
money, for fancy, future jobs
to their backers and bankers;
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who invite them to parties where
the poor are absent, the climate
crisis is chalked over and the
opposition groans and fights
——-
each other, while the despot
in Number 10 has easy days,
creating her queenly kingdom
where only the elite live well.