Corbyn 

The more I see the new face of the new old Labour Party

I wonder through the veneer of his autocued grimace if it’s all new at all. 

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Protest 

Of the most forgiving of us
it is to turn the other cheek,

Only be slapped anew.
Perhaps soon we’ll turn to Che
or those solemn folks from the IRA

learning lessons of fire and ice.

Andy’s Post

It seems like your voice comes only at times of sensitivity
dissonant opinion sharing -your subversive activity

“Don’t shoot the messenger -Oh…”
“I’m just playing Devil’s Advocate”
“People are evil”
-“they’re morally reprobate.”

But I tire of your distinct brand of banter
and your progressive take on the Trump banner,
regardless of what’s good and what is lost
it’ll not be your ethnicity
that pays the cost.

 

This Is Art (!)

This is real Street Art.
Passing snap-backed supra-beings say gawking at the Cass-Art aerosol cans
spraying a haute-couture satire of our post-modern globe.
You see this Street Art represents something;
the impotent critique
of artists whose Guardian reading parent’s
lamented Maggie’s closure of the mines north of London,
while saving for their loved one’s housing deposit.

This Art covers the vandalism of before.
Those graffiti cans smeared the marks of a pre-developed community.
What message did that graffiti have?
Nothing legible to those subscribed to The Guardian nor Mail.
Nothing at all, save
the names of the former youth of the estate,
it now priced to evacuate its dutiful placeholders,
so that those formerly lamenting the closure of Maggie’s mines, now
have a place for their children to pursue their adult childhood fantasies.