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Iron Lady

She’s dead But will always stay alive A beacon for everyone with a gripe Thatcher snatcher was their war cry When with apparent vigour She tore asunder all society held dear A divisive strong willed fighter With femininity covering a steely frame She moved gracefully among men A force of reckoning In a world sphere where enemies are held dear She finally met her maker But will never die Her legacy outlives her presence A formidable opponent now in a grave With glee they gloat Ding dong the wicked witch is finally dead Praises and condemnation come from all over the globe Some will assess her on her overall impact Both then and until now Others will always remember wrongs That were brutally inflicted On an apparently obedient society and country Dragging us away from our empire building Death always calls He will not be out smarted No matter the heights in politics one reaches An end of a life Often brings a renewed interest in the past The bandwagon has catapulted her Back into The limelight When she was almost forgotten To divide and rule seemed to have been her best skill Her un-bending no alternative mantra Caused much ill-will Yet the country prospered The right to buy scheme made Home ownership possible A vote buying scheme That made the middle class grow Pity the milk tokens are what condemns her so She hammered a few who with Entrenched special interest Mangled the country Stagnating both the economy And society The belief in individuality Coupled with free market economics Set up a house of cards that blew over Long before she breathed her last Virulent machismo Where the sharks circled Even when they smelt no blood Overcame her eventually She was of course partly to blame But no one has ruled since as she did A woman in a man’s world was she Wielding much power Over the men that surrounded her Over Her party and ultimately a short sighted country To the pinnacle of both party And country she rose Her handbag swung far and wide Her three times victory A testimony to her longevity And he ability to play the system She didn't invent Rest In peace Or pieces Maggie You came You Conquered and Have now left the stage Your legacy will be fought over incessantly

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 5/4/2013 5:42:00 AM
after reading much bile spewed out about her, this is actually a very good and balanced poem, presenting all sides of the 'iron lady', well written :)
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Evrod Samuel
Date: 5/4/2013 2:58:00 PM
Thank u..a friend said tome she got in power 3 times as before bodies werent being buried and rubbish not collected when labour was in power..she didsome good and some bad ..she was in a world populated by men ..she had to be like a strict mother and teacher and get people to behave

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