Militant Thistles

polemical poetry to prickle the politics of "permanent austerity"

atos Poor Doors Sheriff Stars spikes

thistles stretch their prickly arms afar

Black Triangle bedroom tax Disrupt and Upset

Laura Taylor

Laura Taylor was born in Whiston, Merseyside, on 2 January 1968. has been writing and performing poetry since September 2010, and will continue to do so whilst injustices are wreaked against the poor and vulnerable.  

Majority

 

and overnight the world turned blue

and god cried tears of green and red

and no one said a bloody word

just stood and stared and sank beneath

the weight of the world turned blue;

 

and what was left of the NHS

kissed us all goodbye,

and full-time weeks were drawn and quartered,

structured for a blatant lie;

 

and human rights were to be stripped,

kicked and tortured out of sight,

and overnight the world turned blue

and god cried tears of green;

 

and collar colours came confused

amidst a wealth of rights refused

and youth will be the new backbone

to break beneath the cosh;

 

and fixed-up fear of immigration

becomes the new asphyxiation,

choking folk’s compassion

with a panicked narrative;  

 

and overnight the world turned blue

and god cried tears of green and red

while TTIP lied and said it had

our best interests at heart;

 

so privacy is history,

while broken-jawed ‘democracy’

insists on profit, screaming

fat-cat policy diktat;

 

and 36 is 51, a skewed majority;

FPTP twisting choices

silencing the rainbow voices

by percent, by no PR;

 

so lift your eyes from dust to sky,

stand with neighbours, strangers, friends,

holding hands and unified,

and do not mourn, but organise,

and do not mourn, but organise.

Unelected

 

 

63 years 7 months and 2 days

never fretting over rent or rates

or paying off a loan

 

63 years 7 months and 2 days

of never being repossessed

redundant or deposed

 

63 years 7 months and 2 days

never being threatened by a bailiff

or a judge or sanctioned by the state

for being poor

 

63 years 7 months and 2 days

never saving up for leccy bills

or running out of gas or being fazed

by the questions on a tax credit form

 

63 years 7 months and 2 days

of privilege and palaces

and ‘working very hard’ for me,

apparently…

 

63 years 7 months and 2 days

of silver service curtsying

in country piles paid for by the nation;

held in trust for future unelected generations

 

63 years 7 months and 2 days

fancy that

lend’s a tenner

pass the hat

gis a job

or get elected

 

just a thought