If a parliamentarian votes yes,
Does he say A or Aye?
Can we trust that politician.
If instead he says AI?
Is he speaking tongue in cheek?
Is he confused, merging A and Aye
Or using a new form of double speak?
Might he be a historian
Lost in thoughts of Israel’s Ai?
When asked mother may I
Write my essay with AI
Whatever comes of AI
To a data dump say Aye
But an AI tome please deny
May it never meet the Eye!
Why is it when my parliamentarian
speaks of 'the whole ball of wax'
He thinks he's so noble
for raising my tax
limited india failed india
limited india failed india
farmers agitation
traders agitation
bankers agitation
it is occupy movement
it is taliban like regionalised locals trend
limited india failed india
limited india failed india
imbalanced legislations
parliamentarian citizens disconnect
absence of leaders
it is occupy movement
it is india fragmentation trend
limited india failed india
limited india failed india
india without soldier
india without police
marshal law police estate abstaining judiciary
it is occupy movement
it is parallel government anti-establishment trend
limited india failed india
limited india failed india
I let a boy, a Roundhead* boy, to live...
I knocked him down, and said, 'stay down my boy!
You're fourteen, and your mother waits to give
You letters** - HEY THEN! THAT is not a TOY!'
(For he'd stuck me a bit wi' a little knife,)
It only hurted summat, so I took it,
And said, 'stay DOWN! THESE words are worth your life!'
He cried a bit -- I took his hand and shook it,
Then, I pulled out the knife, and gave it back.
And knocked him out, then, and left him for dead,
'You'll wake up well alive, lad!' Then a 'crack'!
A Roundhead* bullet took me in the head.
So, I lay down a bit, to rest me eyes,
And I am lying there still, I must surmise...
* 'Roundhead' was the Kingsmen's name for the Parliamentarian forces of Oliver
Cromwell
** it was not uncommon, after a battle, once the boys were furloughed, for
family to send the boys back with letters for the men who still fought
Five Thousand Men! Blood flowing in the creek,
The deadly sweep and ‘whisst!’ of footman’s pike,
The cavalry broke through where lines were weak!
The smell of grass and loam, a caltrop’s* spike
That pushed right through my boot, and left me lame…
I’m on my own, now, I cannot keep up!
I’ve not a shilling for the boys to claim,
Should I on Heav’n’s bright porch today end up!
There, buy an ale, for friends, who’ll stop, and smile,
For all my friends are dead! (And, soon, I’ll be!)
Next rush of Horse, I’ll fight atop a stile** –
My count of Roundheads*** will be forty-three!
OH, GOD!!! The bowmen now have found their mark!
It’s thus! That all good men go down to dark…
* caltrop – a four-pointed spike of iron, laid before battles, to lame horses and men
** stile – an arrangement of steps that allows people, but not animals, to climb over a fence
*** Roundheads - a nickname for the Parliamentarian Rebels
The red flag flies at half mast
at the passing of a class lass
who paid a very high price tag
for defending those less able
she fought for Syrians and Palestinians
woman's rights and freedom
a champion of labour values
and a top draw parliamentarian
a loving wife and mother
you rocked jo Cox
rest in peace, my lovely
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