Kings Cross 2017

“The man at the back of the queue was sent

to feel the smack of firm government”

– Pet Shop Boys ‘Kings Cross’ (1987)

You are squeezing this country

for every penny it has

whilst paying yourselves pounds.

When walking round this town

every corner now has a man

begging crouched on the ground.

How can this be

the strength and stability

that you promised?

*

When Neil wrote Kings Cross

HIV was the killer  –

though Maggie had excluded.

But now her party kills;

A government attacking its own people’s immune system

to ‘cure’ its monetary ills.

How can this political

dissociative self-sabotage

not be treason?

*

For thirty years on now

Austerity is raping folk

and starving hospitals, schools and lives.

Children leave the house hungry

even when their parents are working

and fraud is suspected from disability.

Oh, what price is dignity

when cheap, flammable housing

is good enough for the poor?

*

Young Christians in London

Go for cosy social brunches

and do everything Instagrammably.

Meanwhile ‘in Europe’

Refugees die on beaches

desperate to reach a safer land.

Overwhelmed, I’m wondering

Where is our Jesus in this?

On that beach with them.

Advertisements

My Crown

Opening creative writing exercise at St Leonard’s Shoreditch evening event ‘Sun at Night’:
My crown
1. What is your crown made of?
2. Who gave it to you?
3. What powers does it give you?

My crown is a ring of daisies
I have made for myself.
I am queen for the day
Or half an hour
Before the bell goes for the end of lunch break
And they wither and die.
Most reigns are temporary anyway
and ultimately man-made.
Though usually the crown outlasts the wearer
and not the other way round.
-*-*-*
“Remember you are but dust
and to dust you shall return.” (+)
Ecclesiastes – “[the Creator] has made everything beautiful in its time.”
But in their time – such beauty.
This is why we still make daisy chains anyway.