AFTER THE BOMBS FALL WE’LL BE ONE
You make the world in your own image.
The remorseless banks of piggery
that snatch at your meagre savings,
without interest while throwing
millions to a shady property developer
who build homes beyond the reach of
those who build them.
Organised crime will be much more
sophisticated, in the form of off-shore
tax-avoidance, and dirty-money
laundering.
Drugs could be delivered by well-known
brand couriers, much like the East India
Company did yester-year.
A date via Tinder or Plenty of Fish
for a one-night stand, or a wife with
a beard who can still give birth but
won’t be known as mother.
You can act as you like, be anyone
you’d like to be, dress as you like,
piss where you like, be in any hospital
ward you like, or any prison cell you
like, with full genitalia.
Meanwhile, back in your damp, black-moulded
flat, having visited the food-bank, and
paid off your education fees, like a mortgage,
you can read about they who flaunt their
wealth in your tabloid. Protest, if you’re
envious of these fine philanthropists,
while you work away in your underpaid job,
where you didn’t get a proper wage-rise for
what seems decades now.
If that three million pound yacht is
out of reach, or that five million pound
house, at least you can join in our
climate-change programme.
De-Industrialisation.
Reagan taught Thatcher that.
No more coal-mines, no more heavy industries,
no more militant trade, unions.
No more socialism?
Now we need to persuade Russia,
especially China, to do the same.
It’s saving the planet for a free world.
Sorry, got to go, must catch a plane, I’m
delivering bombs.
Wilson John Haire. 16th February, 2022.
Labour Affairs 