Tag: Truss

Budgets Kill

Blue eyes sunk in a worried face,

dim with the ache of hunger,

closing to hide the horror of

cruelty in power and control.

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Brown ones too in the faces

of children understanding 

that they are voiceless and

that loving adults voted for

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this annihilation, bold policies

that take their food, warmth,

their schools, jobs and hope

and create fat cats, and pigs

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that grunt and snuffle in the

decaying detritus of their 

lost lives,  painting with

their blood an enthralling

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idyllic picture of a trickling

stream of quickening money 

but block it, subvert it, to sell 

the oppressed for a fevered

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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

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each other, while the despot

in Number 10 has easy days,

creating her queenly kingdom

where only the elite live well. 

Truss the Tory way.

The butterfly spread its wings,

as the sun rose late,

the scent of honeysuckle fills the air

on Michaelmas tide,

alighting to drink the sweet nectar it floats in my sight,

chilling my heart as the Autumn’s reign’s diminished.

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Swallows and sparrows soar and chat as their

nestlings feed on the whining insects,

while others die of thirst and homelessness.

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Small fruits hang on leafless trees ready for harvest,

miniature wheat and barley – barely usable,

and so the humble loaf, priced high will shrink

from the tables of the destitute and hardworking.

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Across the burned hills, brown spreads like an ink blot,

til the green and pleasant land is gone.

Rivers barely move on their sluggish journey

to the plastic polluted seas and fish lay dead

on the bare, crumbling banks.

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The crisis grows, our greedy government knows,

but still it sows its fracking carbon woes,

madness, insanity prevails, eager to stow honour and

creating rows of zeroes for the richly clad,

and for the poor, voiceless and wise shows

contempt even as they suffer and die.