Canto XXVII

This is the world we pass to you dear child—
the markets that are ready to collapse;
no megafauna left to roam the wild;

a government that’s led by chirpy chaps
who’ve planned this shambles since their Eton days,
waiting for a momentary lapse

of class awareness from the under waged
who’ll vote the old boys club back into power
because its what their favourite red top says.

Yes, I know there have been darker hours.
I think of pregnant women, bunkered up
during the blitz, knowing the tin roof bower

will collapse under the V2 payload flash,
as fragile as a hunched up, unborn child
behind a stretched out spread of belly flesh.

Who knows what horrors are yet to unfurl,
or what utopia may yet ensue
its causes purely unintentional

and pissed away before the time you’re due.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 11, 2012 @ 00:05:26

    There never has been a good time to be born, Rosy will just have to take her chances like the rest of us.

    I liked the idea that David Cameron and Oliver Letwin had planned anything.

    Reply

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