the suncreeping out from hiding
an urban fox
© Rachel Green 2020
vitriol
spills from her
first a trickle
then a torrent of hatred
burning the bridges of parental ties;
napalm
on the forests of compassion.
You've gone too far, my love,
and I did love you
but no more.
Go back to your Daily Sun
and your conservative niceties
and pretend the world
remains in your idealised seventies
and Enoch Powell
was Backing Britain.
© Rachel Green 2020
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