In The Web Of Lies (on the murder of MP Jo Cox)
The moth caught the fly in the spider's web,
Spun and spun printed lies
Reamed out again and again
With the Sky and The Sun spewing out poisonous venom
Deadening the English folk
To kindness or hope.
The moth caught the butterfly
Wrapped it up nicely, delivered it
On a Yorkshire step
"Gotcha"
They whispered
And carried on spinning
Their poisonous web.
steve pottinger
Wed 29th Jun 2016 20:16
I've only just read this, David. I like it a lot. Succinct, but punchy, and full of righteous anger.