Sunday 10 May 2015

"Don’t you dare be a weed in England’s new garden"

A friend who occasionally posts witty poems of a few lines on Facebook came up with something longer after the UK election.  I think it's rather good.

A poem by Fenella Fudge

The people made the worst of choices
Screw the poor and mute their voices
And the council mowed the buttercups
Sowing fear in a fractured nation
Seeding lies for subjugation
Don’t spare the rod, crack the hunt whip
Steady as she goes, don’t sink the hardship
And the council mowed the buttercups
Don’t grow old or lose your job
There’ll be no mercy from the ‘all-right Jack’ mob
Cleanse social housing for a new ivory tower
‘Affordable’ redefined through weasel word power
And the council mowed the buttercups
Ramp up secrecy and litigious immunity
Grab national assets with selfish impunity
Breed out conscience in privileged pairs
What was ‘ours’ will change to ‘theirs’
And the council mowed the buttercups
The zero hours labourer cuts the park grass
Regiments nature with each scything pass
Trashes new blooms and crushes hope’s traces
Slashes their cheerful upturned bright faces
Because the council mowed the buttercups
As entitlement blossoms and flinty hearts harden
Don’t you dare be a weed in England’s new garden

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