Jennifer Ratcliffe Poet Rhyme

Tottenham To Toxteth

Let loose the whip
and tighten the lip
with its reasons for humble cause.

And I'm alight in darkened entries
shrugging my shoulders to warm
my picked pockets with another's
shoes.

Burning down the towered clouds
for the gas chamber streets,
why burn the bills
whilst flesh is still flamable?

And the crier rang out silently.
Could only make out the action,
of something she was trying desperately
the reasons of the destraction.

"You're too blind to make out colours
which have mixed to make brown.
Just a human illusion
of light under cover of sound."

The cobbles are disrupted
and yet its just another cup of tea
to watch on with, pathetically.

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Zzzzz Zzzzz August 10, 2011 at 10:42 AM A very topical poem, well articulated. These current riots are shocking and appalling. Looting and wanton destruction (making some people homeless, let's not forget) can never be justified. However, I think the British government are in total denial when they say these are sheer criminal acts with no political connection. These are symptoms of an ailing siciety. Much food for thought here...well done.