2014 03 – poem

RUE BRITANNIA (after OL’ MAN RIVER)

Muddy oul river

that very long liver

dredgin’ they should be doin’

saturatin’ without ruein’

keeps muddin’ along

boastin’ it’s strong

 

He don’t make nothin’

not even his own coffin

and them that makes nothin’

is soon forgotten

under muddy waters

where nothin’ matters

 

While you and me pay the bills

through finance-capital’s will

privatised electric

and water tonnes metric

sea-gas no longer provides

a cheap means of suicide

 

`Course you’re weary,

of cold-callin’ leery

wishin’ you were that muddy river

no tax no rent never,

but drownin’ in the sea

like GB plc

 

Money-yobs on that river

play hedge-funds with you the giver

they don’t build but bet

snort cocaine from dawn till sunset

 

Don’t protest

and risk arrest

and be police-booted

stand there and be looted

when old seek no medical attention

suffer that pain though it’s wrenchin’

realise you’re postcoded

and outmoded

 

Let me go from what they call home

to the Middle-East and roam

show me that stream called the River Jordan

where no Palestinian crosses the Israeli cordon

 

Muddy oul river

that very long liver

dredgin’ they should be doin’

saturatin’ without ruein’

keeps muddin’ along

boastin’ it’s strong

 

He don’t make nothin’

not even his own coffin

and them that makes nothin’

is soon forgotten

under muddy waters

where nothin’ matters

Wilson John Haire. 8th February, 2014

 

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