poem, poetry, satire, Rochdale, George Galloway, power, democracy,England Britain satire,

SACROSANCT

the revolution
is beginning in Rochdale

any shock to complacency
is revolutionary, let alone
the pointing out
of moral turpitude,
cardinal sin

and so
raise the drawbridge
erect the barricades

terrorism is expressing
itself democratically
through the ballot box
people
who have no right
to be heard
having a say

else the thousand year rule
of the best sort, the ones
who perennially gloss
over
the horrors
of our history

will be broken, in tatters,
and we will be left
like infants
wandering around
clueless, without diection

wondering how
we could have thrown
into the garbage can
of time
something though
so
fictitious and mythological
nevertheless, so so sacrosanct