POLITICS OF THE BATHTUB
- Do we need proof of anything anymore
- or is it a playful language now being spoken
- for to be asked for proof is to be labelled a bore
- as if the rules of parliament have been broken.
- US admin, dressed as superman, on a high
- plays in his bathtub (those waters of the world)
- with his flotilla, while above his head flies
- the air-arm of bombers waiting to be hurled.
- These are the rules: If he wants something to happen
- it happens.
- In his bathtub he sees all, moves on and rarely recalls.
- Should he decide on war then his tongue fattens
- to say it in a language so obscure it appals,
- but it’s his bathtub, query him and he make waves.
- Your downstairs will be flooded with the electrics
- sparking,
- the plaster on your ceiling falling,
- the walls a muddy river water-marking
- So don’t ever again ask him for proof and insult his
- calling.
Wilson John Haire. 17th June, 2019.
LOVE ON A BED OF NAILS
- Head of this and head
- of that,
- keepers of the nation’s
- integrity,
- fighting that small boy’s
- terrible memories,
- aka: Jamie Hegarity.
- One gives D-Day as his
- reference,
- as if that wipes away the
- sins of man,
- facing the German Atlantic
- wall,
- but less dangerous
- than the sweet breath
- of the damned.
- Sticking mud that soils
- a generation?
- The would-be cleaners
- the printed press,
- their crucifying cross too big
- for poor Hegarity.
- Will the gavel of the state thud
- to make him even less.
- Once a light shone into
- some dark places
- and minor figures
- met their doom,
- now Caligula’s power
- wantonness
- has a minus
- zoom.
- Those childrens’ homes.
- the warehouses,
- the staff forklift procurers.
- We saw into a nation’s
- innards, for a time,
- now they have turned to ghosts,
- these child wooers.
Wilson John Haire. 20th June, 2019.
SMALL GAME HUNTER
- There he goes, back to the
- battlefield
- after six weeks clubbing.
- Half the Army protects him
- from the tribes,
- Useful for once as a desired
- target,
- though he himself might get
- a couple,
- on a whim.
- He was born retired
- with title deeds to land
- and a nanny he called mum,
- plus a father of an older brand.
- Now he has his war medals,
- more than for two world wars,
- and his collection of uniforms.
- A valet will advise him which one
- is the norm.
- An expert thinks of genetics.
- The European gene-pool is too
- shallow.
- Out with cousins and half-sisters,
- too much of this and they are
- fallow,
- A bit of social engineering
- is a must,
- that reflects the multi-racial
- nature of the nation.
- But never to take the throne,
- always a tabloid sensation.
Wilson John Haire. 22nd June, 2019.
Labour Affairs Magazine 