DON’T CRYOGENIC ME, I NEVER LEFT YOU
- Lying in a cryogenic tank
- nothing changes,
- nothing moves,
- life drunk,
- chemicals smelling of booze.
- After that demo attack
- they passed the hat,
- so to Michigan,
- and now back.
- So many years passed.
- A hospital repair,
- life re-cast
- in the private wing
- but all wings are private now.
- Time to ask questions,
- how?
- Industrial democracy,
- no?
- Elimination of drug addiction
- so slow,
- social housing didn’t win over private,
- what a blow,
- the celebration of war
- or its implementation,
- does it still occur?
- Calm down!
- Another medical check-up,
- then meet people
- of renown.
- Through Whitehall-
- What is that, driver?
- The Cenotaph,
- can’t you recall –
- poppies and wreaths and
- only our dead.
- Quick, they want your autograph.
- So many,
- now my arm is lead.
- What year is it?
- Now now, no time, time for your
- knighthood!
- What year?
- It’s always Year Brit,
- soon you’ll meet the Queen.
- A new one?
- No, the same one, only older.
- She’s been!
- The Establishment,
- all of them,
- and they came out
- even bolder.
- All of them have been
- in the tank?
- Some need to go back,
- let’s hope it’s not you,
- to be frank.
- Then nothing’s changed
- or ever will.
- Sometimes in Parliament
- there can be a Bill.
- But why me a total
- nonentity?
- You are the first of many,
- a new people
- against change,
- against propensity.
Wilson John Haire.
Labour Affairs Magazine 