Poem: In Power

A poem about the people in power, and the people without power.

It’s really winter, because the power
might be cut. A politician actually said,
just yesterday, about another matter,

that its darkest before the dawn. Another
said today, it will be coldest in the morn’.
But the coldest thing he did was blame

the last lot for not drilling down deep, for
not giving permissions to explore more
of the land and dig for more coal. Please,

don’t be a cunt this winter. No matter
how cold it gets. At the very least,
make that your goal.