Based on the words of Mick Lynch, leader of the Rail, Maritime, & Transport Workers Union. Also the words of one Richard Madeley. Written in rhyme royal format (ababbcc).

Mick Lynch, are you a Marxist,

   into revolution,

   and bringing down the capitalists?

No, I’m leading a dispute about working conditions,

   and opening an interview with that, is a nonsense position.

Ri...

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Any other poets out there twitching to write tonight? This may not be allowed on here so if it's not please accept my apologies and remove it but there are a few fellow human beings out there I can't help but think of tonight, 

Red

It's not until you've looked into the crying eyes
Of a child with dying parents
Waiting for benefits re-assessments

It's not until you've stood 4am
Catheter...

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the trickle down poetics

coiffed, varnished, double dipped,

lay waste the oubliette of empathy

no balm, no salve

shall expel the foreign body that

thorns it’s path in the digital red apnoea

of each choked fallen promise

as they steal your desecrated breath

your lips are still moving

your lips are still moving even

as your face turns blue

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