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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, bankers, depression, mining, poetry, political, politics, poverty, shame, steel works, strikes
Iconic charming history,
repeats the sad refrain,
as, once more, we get screwed over,
we sing along again;
the blues echo a doleful tune,
and strike the same discord,
man mines the depths of misery,
bank on, fools, gold reward!
We steel ourselves with loyalty,
patriotic to the ends,
whilst red skies scream solemnity,
we bend our plastic friends.
Ironic charnel history,
repeats the shame, refrain,
prepare to get screwed over,
as we sing along in vain.
© Striking the Blues 08.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Pit head silhouette (Photo credit: alastairb)
Worldly Winds 
Wow! such strong emotions.
A lot of word play and double meanings in this one – basically having a rant at the rubbish government we are stuck with at the moment. The last time they were in power they did exactly the same things, privatisation, closing down large sectors of industry, they really hit hard at the working classes 😦
Reblogged this on Worldly Winds and commented:
With an impending election – I thought this was worth another airing 🙂
For sure–some wonderful wordsmithery going on here 🙂
I’m not usually a political poet – but once in a while…. 🙂
Hmmm..can relate to the poem, Frustration with a capital F. Thank you.
Indeed 🙂