satire poem – poems 2 die for

GROUNDWORK

GROUNDWORK

thanks
for all the
lies you told me

they really helped
allowed me
to not see
the light

no way we can call for
death by saturation, round-

without
ourselves with symbols and images
being saturation bombed

this doing the groundwork
softening the landscape

preparing
for the unacceptable

digging the graves in advance

Human rights
human rights

you have to squint
through a microscope

to get the gist of where
she is coming from
in her text
on human rights

Oh my humongous Suella
Sulla Braverman Braveheart

you will stand by your principles
fight for them lie
for them
kill and almost
die for
them (not
really, but it rhymes)

and rhyme is good
and euphemism too
and repetition
a zillion times

uncovering the frustrated
inner poet in you
(not that you would
ever stoop to elegy
not
the job of
Home Secretary)

to bewail
lost migrant lives.

Gary
is out
of step

time was
he used
to dance
around
defenders

but not these
defenders
gatekeepers
of the realm

nothing
gets past them

he shall not
pass or dribble
through them

the refs have given them
absolute right
to hack him down.

could write
a poem
or untangle
the big lie

you know the one
tied up in a big bow
charcoal-suited

but went for poem
left big lie alone
(let
big lie lie)

take it easy,
simple

be
glad to
be alive

until big lie kill me:
such a stupid
incomprehending smile blasted

clown-style
actoss my face

the rabid ones
Pavlov’s charmed children

the colour of their blood
indeterminate

all cloned to recite
ad nauseam the same
sad soul-destroying
excuse
for a human idea

LOUVRE

the Russian
poets
are all

at war

shooting the Ukranian
artists flinging grenades
from opposite
side of
the battlefield

producing the kind of
Surrealist landscape
will
alter history
forever

best splattered onto a canvass
and hung
in the Louvre