Local Election

T’was in the town of Northam

In a Spring election year

The time when politicians

Suddenly appear

With rosettes big as sunflowers

And a salesman’s slick handshake

And pleading eyes just like my dog’s

When he smells I’m eating cake

 

‘Can I count on you to vote for me

In this election year?

I’m fighting for the policies

That you and I hold dear.

I listen to the people

So please get out and vote

I’m completely independent

Within my party’s coat.’

 

‘And just what are your policies?’

I tried to ask of him

‘ I’m just a straight plain talker

I don’t believe in spin’.

‘So just what are your policies?’

I questioned him in vain

‘I listen to the people’

He informed me once again.

 

‘You’re on the Plan’s Committee

I recognise your mug.

You dine out with developers

At the local country club.’

‘What are you suggesting?’

He bared his teeth at me.

‘Have your interests all been listed

In the Members’ Registry?’

 

‘You stood as independent

Last election time

And then became a Tory

Six months down the line.

At the heart of all your thinking

Is – what’s in it for me.

Your just a willing lackey

Of local industry.’

 

 

T’was in the town of Northam

In a Spring election year

The time when politicians

Suddenly appear

With rosettes big as sunflowers

And a salesman’s slick handshake

And pleading eyes just like my dog’s

When he smells I’m eating cake

 

‘Can I count on you to vote for me

In this election year?

I’m fighting for the policies

That you and I hold dear.

I listen to the people

So please get out and vote

I’m completely independent

Within my party’s coat.’

 

‘And just what are your policies?’

I tried to ask of him

‘ I’m just a straight plain talker

I don’t believe in spin’.

‘So just what are your policies?’

I questioned him in vain

‘I listen to the people’

He informed me once again.

 

‘You’re on the Plan’s Committee

I recognise your mug.

You dine out with developers

At the local country club.’

‘What are you suggesting?’

He bared his teeth at me.

‘Have your interests all been listed

In the Members’ Registry?’

 

‘You stood as independent

Last election time

And then became a Tory

Six months down the line.

At the heart of all your thinking

Is – what’s in it for me.

Your just a willing lackey

Of local industry.’

 

‘I’ll tell you what I’m looking for

In my local Councillor.

A person with a vision,

Someone who will roar,

Who understands the forces

That shape our world today,

Who will fight to heal our planet

‘Cos there’s no other way.’

 

‘Your vision is consuming

More and more and more

And raiding the resources

That nature holds in store

For every generation

Who’ll ever live on earth –

You know the current cost of things

But not their real worth’.

 

‘You’re mad’ he said ‘You’re mad’ said he

‘ There goes my mobile phone’

I said ‘I’ll still remind you

You’ll reap what you have sown’.

He said – ‘ You’re an idealist

As green as green can be’

I said – ‘I am a realist,

You’ll die the same as me.’

 

‘Our little world is finite

Seven billion live on earth

And half of them are starving

And seen of little worth.

They want the same as you have

And you say – they’ll have their day

To gorge themselves like you do

And let their children pay.’

 

‘You’re mad’ he said ‘You’re mad’ said he

‘ There goes my mobile phone’

I said ‘I’ll still remind you

You’ll reap what you have sown’.

He said – ‘ You’re an idealist

As green as green can be’

I said – ‘I am a realist,

You’ll die the same as me.’

 

 

 

Unborn

When your blank boot

Smashed into that defenceless face

Again and again

A face you’d never met before

Eyes you’d never looked into –

You revealed your real terror

Of becoming human(e)

Your terror of feeling joy

Your terror of love.

That’s why you hate your own soul

That’s why it is so malformed

So furious in it’s feeling of impotence

So hopeless.

Your own father must have hated you

Your mother ignored you

To show you such little humanity.

Has there ever been anyone in your life

Who cherished you

Such that it challenged your cowardice?

Every child seeks love

But now you have reached the chronological age of adulthood

You have stopped looking for it

And have chosen only to hate anyone and everything

That has the courage to grow in gentleness.

Jerusalem

And shall these drills in modern times

Frack through the fields of England green

And shall those towers of slashing blades

On every hill and mount be seen

And shall that cancerous, nuclear waste

Poison her rivers and her streams

And GM weeds sprout in the ruins

Of England’s children’s shattered dreams.

Bring me my bow

Of burning gold

Bring me my arrows of desire

Bring me my spear

Oh clouds unfold

Bring me my chariot of fire

I shall not cease from mental strife

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand

‘Til we have built Jerusalem

In England’s green and pleasant land.