Poem of the Month: September 2011

Where are you Shelley? We need you now!!

pic of Shelley
I can see the looters everywhere
Bankers, MPs and purveyors of war,
I know them by their cold and greedy stare,
Their loyalty to that raddled old whore
The Stock Exchange, their lusting to invest
In cluster bombs, in hacking private lives
To make money, [who cares about the rest],
While self regulation never arrives.
And nothing, it seems, can strip them of
The moral high ground from which they teach,
Their sense of entitlement and self love,
Or make them practise what they preach.
Oh you Cleggerons, and you Middlebands,
Is that blood I see dripping from your hands?

© James Nash 2011