THIRD AVENUE
- They had lived so long in this now blighted isle,
- in evil-smelling dusty cupboards for a long while.
- No truer blues turned paler in this grey atmosphere.
- And in their chains, entangled, Giuseppe dying
- from being over here.
- No law, justice, protection, a community in loathing,
- their defence inadequate, unlearned , dozing, posing.
- When freed all heaven broke out as the elite said they
- should indeed be free.
- Not in the first year, the second or third but in the
- fifteenth when everything stopped for tea.
Wilson John Haire. 12th January, 2019.
Labour Affairs Magazine 