Ripples of Detriment
I will not mourn your passing, or for that, rejoice your death
As you embark upon the journey that begins with your last breath
Perhaps you thought it proper and in sound mind made your choices
Utilitarian motives maybe? Deafend you, to the sound of poorer voices?
The miners, plebs and working class who became collateral damage
The conception of a tough regime that resulted in miscarriage
You sold off family silver when the finances where low
Upped interest rates and privatised, untill there was nowhere left go
When the lifeboat came unstable and you feared we’d all go down
You chucked us out, and looked on coldly, as the north began to drown
This Lady's not for turning it just wasn’t Tory fashion
Hard choice’s made with Iron will. Why hinder with compassion?
As a business woman exemplary hard nosed and unrelenting
Had faith in cause, its just hard lines, no time for sentimenting.
But Ripples still felt from your reign economic scars and social rift
Animosity from working class became your leaving gift
So now people dance out in the streets and celebrate your gone
But more fool them “the which is dead?” in Cameron you live on
So I’ll wish you Gods speed on your journey, pay your family my respect
Show them working class compassion from a place that once you wrecked
Yes, in Liverpool we felt the brunt of the lady's Iron will
But despite all the things you put us through
Our hearts will beat on still.
Ged Thompson/ Liverpool Poet and Writer 13/04/13.