I've always loved writing poetry. To me, poems are like thoughts that breathe and I can think of no greater power than that. I've never actually shared any of the poetry I write with anybody else, not even my family. But it's something that, quite spontaneously, I've decided to start sharing on my blog.
I wrote Political Incarnation based on a story in the news this week which has greatly angered me, the context to which has, of course, been bubbling under the surface for many years now. I hope you enjoy.
Polls in the
field and conduct a few surveys,
When all we’re
really doing is building
walls and
burning bridges,
Hard Brexit,
Soft Brexit, Quick Brexit, Slow Brexit,
The
never-ending Brexit.
Bunch of
loonie lefties, the tax dodging billionaires cry, but secretly they’re terrified,
Tribes of
leave and remain, rebels then loyalists,
on and on it
goes,
At loggerheads
in a warring cabinet,
All this
bickering is making me simply exhausted, I think I’ll have a
cup of tea? Cup
of tea? Would you like a cup of tea?
There, there,
that’s better, we’ll say no more about it,
As I ruffle
my windswept peroxide mop,
I’m a man of
the people and don’t you forget it,
Don’t you
forget the ways in which my bumbling hapless persona
is a clever
ruse to conceal my more sinister motives,
Of greed, of
power, of separation and divide,
Of my
sinister ties to the alternative-right,
Of getting
to the top of our ongoing culture war,
Why, that's the
victory of populism of course and my latest
political incarnation.
Antonia x
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