For England Made Anew

Let fires make ground for new politics

where votes confirmed existing evil,

let Molotov's cocktails
flying through the air

bring forth a future build of

privilege made ash;

let broken windows tell of disaffection

where pensioners voted in droves

to hurt the young knowing

their pensions were safe -

the world for them in a pension,

nothing else of consequence

beyond the Queen Maggot

and her white corpse worms of offspring.

Ruins and fires, police helmets

rolling in the ground empty, smeared in blood,

pools of blood to paint the land anew

and to make the prime minister

eat off the streets the crap of scared police horses

which ran away riderless,

the power vested in violence unhorsed.

Let there be anger, let there be

violence erupting from anger

and let there be hate,

fire from hate to devour,

to leap from one elite residence

to the another;

let stones through windows make homes

of palaces

for the homeless,

let a nation tremble

in the terrible birth for hope.

09.05.2015