Freeing Britain
-for Jo Cox
The range of fire can be
googled on the internet
measured in hacksaw strokes
barrel cut from heating pipes
with his gardening hands
the quiet man
raised green thumb in air flat handed
arm stretched beyond reason
coincidentally it was Ramadan
when he approached the library
“shush!” they said “it’s a library”
on the steps where she stood
then staggered
tension
waits
stabs
hates
who’s traitor now?
blessed English air
your tired customs
rooted in dead heroes
heroines and god saved queens
you fought old wars
for this to kill
but one of us
with foul mouthed blade
handgun home made
the end of tethered man
racism festering
in austerity and unafforded debt
the broken net
through which hate squeezed
inflated by today’s Enoch,
Nigel the Mosely headline grabbing
cliche against humanity
as citizen and the like
you dug her grave
and stripped charity
from our soul
so here’s your country’s back
turned toward you
and your thugged up
island’s rage
19-6-16
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