Going through my files tonight I found a poem I wrote about the death of Margaret Thatcher. It's never been published anywhere before.
FLYING LOW
(Northampton 13/4/13)
The Union Jack is flying low
today outside the Courts
marking the death of Margaret
on whose behalf they fought.
They screwed the rainbow travellers
and gays and peace protestors
and gave my union rights away
to company directors.
And every time I tried to march
to show them my frustration
a copper clubbed me, and became
the hero of the nation.
The Courts of Law have always been
protectors of the rich
once Margaret’s, now Cameron’s
and corporate Britain’s bitch.
The small man gets a crumb sometimes
to keep him from rebelling
and then he’s taxed for harbouring
a spare room in his dwelling.
The Union flag is flying low
where rich folk practise law
conspiring to dispossess
the hungry and the poor.
The Union Jack is flying low
the country is in mourning
the Courts of Law should bitterly
lament their own suborning.
The Union Jack is flying low
it hangs limp in the rain
to mark the death of Margaret
and justice just the same.
