Rub the lamp,
Say the magic words, “T T I P” . . .
Kazaam! A muscled, bouffanted behemoth,
A Tory-blue genie
To do the bidding of big business.
Billions in tax breaks,
But only for the rich.
We’ll have to survive
On zero hour contracts
And a minimum wage.
Gaze in horror
As democracy melts away
Before your very eyes,
And the NHS crashes and burns
In a bonfire of private finance initiatives
Taking us with it.
Look on, dumbfounded
As health and safety
Vanishes in a puff
Of asbestos dust.
Fancy a bit of fracking?
Worried about pesky red-tape?
Planning legislation?
TTIP makes it all too easy.
Obstructions obliterated.
Join the protestors.
Those fighting back
Defending hard-won rights.
Clean water, decent healthcare
A planet worth living on.
When we have no say,
We need to take back our voice.
Poor, weak as individuals,
But together
We can stop their supply at source,
Shudder the world to a halt.
If you have enjoyed my poetry on this blog, my new collection, “Little Green Poetry” is now available from Lulu – – £4+P&P (paperback) or £2.50 (for e-book readers)
You can still order copies of my first collection, “Little Red Poetry” from http://www.leftbooks.co.uk or http://www.lulu.com – again for £4 (pb) or £2.50 (as a pdf for e-readers).
I hope you enjoy reading my poems, and, as always, all proceeds will go to help build the fightback against corporate political parties, to build a voice for the millions, not the millionaires.
To find out more about my politics, visit the website of the Committee For A Workers’ International, which is engaged in struggle in around 50 countries worldwide.
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