Friday, 21 March 2014

'To betray's in deepest consequence'

















They think to win us with trifles:
the promise of prizes and tuppence off beer.
The ‘workers’, or so they appear to believe,
are simply too stupid to care.
‘Recovery’ is just round the corner;
they have their statistics off pat:
no matter our children go hungry to school
while corporate interests grow fat.
And what if there’s no work or housing;
so what if we dare not fall ill;
and what if we dolive in fear of the day
when, despite our best efforts, we will?
It surely can’t hurt us much, can it?
So long as we’ve got what we need:
our booze and our beer and our bingo -
so let’s hear it for corporate greed.

Abigail Wyatt


Abigail Wyatt was born in Thurrock in Essex. Her hobbies include collecting white stilettos and dancing round her handbag.  

3 comments:

  1. Like that a lot! (the poem, not the political machinations)

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  2. Thanks, Steve. I had a really, really busy day yesterday with the opening night of a show I am in and a disastrous rehearsal the day before but I was so incensed I just had to get something into the arena.

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  3. Nice one Abi, love the rhyme and rhythm - which strengthens the underlying anger.

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