J R
By Bianca Begovichthat the sun
shone out — of your mouth
A kind of a he-woman
you were staunch but warm
The few times we met
I liked you and thought
we were on the same page
I admired your double-speak
but that was before I knew what it was
It was too much to ask
that you fall on your sword
but your hellish highways
and platinum pay rises
and the new palace
you are building yourself
with my money
are just a bit
too
Brash
We are no longer reading
from the same book
So I have snuffed out the light
that we shared
While I set about
supporting my community
and tree planting
and going on school visits
and growing my own food
You seem very busy
wheeling and dealing
and running with the big boys
and saving
your own
ass
I remember a photo in the Observer of JR surrounded by a class of school children, my immediate thought was she looked like Cruella de Vil , knowing she is painting the kids into an unliveable future.
More and more of you will work this out at some stage ‘going forward’, the rest will just keep voting for these criminals.