Teresa May

I am not a fan Nor am I a voter I am just a poet Definitely not a quitter. You can say I am creative But I am not an activist Words are my calling There is something about poems That I need to be reporting. Journalism is not my profession I am a writer A story teller A humanitarian Politics is not my forte But I do have a few questions Teresa May a woman of class I guess your house is made of glass. Nothing broken everything perfect All things polish and shine Teresa May look around you Kensington is in great mourning. Spend a day down Holland Park Stroll through Ladbroke Grove Stride down Latimer Road Observe, look around, shake a hand or two. Share a little tear Listen to the public affairs What do you hear Fear, anguish and pain. Teresa May the crowd is in dismay Souls lost, children burnt, homes destroyed Nothing here to gain. Five million pounds cannot repair Applications forms online What a sarcastic smear Teresa May time to shame Just take the blame.