By David Erdos
Peeling pensioners from the streets as policemen
Laugh at them was part of the protests in London today,
Yesterday and a prime example of where and just how far
We have fallen, as a former Human Rights lawyer
Gets it wrong as PM, senses flay .
As this perfect sun stung, mutant flies stormed my garden.
I saw a wasp the size of a new potato just now. It’s a sign!
Of the world and its warp, as uncaring air breeds bonfires,
The smoke wrapping itself around breathing, with neighbours
Across the way as wrong-rooted as the trees torn by Gaza,
With each one made a burning bush by landmines.
In such heat, rage competes with the confusion of stopped
And stalled London buses. With Westminster, protected
While those of fragile flesh fall and flail. 522 people
It seems guilty of police-directed aggression,
From 75 year olds, and those older who left their humble
Homes to lose bail. The Palestine Action group now bear
The terrorist stamp thanks to Starmer. This divide
And clear choking of conscience will make of the powers
That be a red X, as this Government will clearly cancel itself
Before the forthcoming election, as it paves the way
For the jackboot worn by Nigel fucking Farage at the next.
Hysterical? Yes. If you mean my reaction. But then the smoke
And sound of my neighbours makes me apoplectic now
In the peace of an English weekend, which has yet more
Finality to it. As I sweat outside, those much older
Are sitting in cells, sans release. For defying a ban,
As we banish the last of our freedom and sit under the stain
Of a fire that the people over there think their right.
What can we make of a day that others seem so happy to ruin?
The brotherhood of man. The soul sisters, the compadres
Of old lose the fight. Or can’t find their way to the front,
As there has been a war in Westminster. Raged by them on us.
Even Churchill when he bombed back saw no clash;
Because back then the actual target was clear. As it is clear
Today. They don’t see it. Now, our own leaders lead us,
If not into lyme, then to ash. Ten more people arrested now,
Versus vans as I have typed up this poem. In supporting
Palestine, we have witnessed the fracture of Parliament Square
Into spears. And the spears are aiming at us. Zionists are licking
The tips. Someone’s laughing. I feel what faith I had fall
And falter. I feel the fire scar. Burn these years.
