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Bury The Bodies
Posted: 10 April 2016 Word Count: 94 Summary: For this week's flash and in light of yesterday's protest
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Bury the bodies, shovel the dirt. Hide your transgressions, the faceless you’ve hurt. Smile for the cameras, deny all the blame. Be sure that your alibi covers your shame. Blame immigration, stoke the mistrust. The poor are all work shy, the taxes are just. Try to convince them that you really care, ignoring the food banks while creaming your share. Bury the bodies but soon you will find your cupboard of bones may not be denied. The eyes of the public are losing their scales and blood from the bodies is under your nails.
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crowspark at 13:34 on 10 April 2016
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I love this, Jo. If it were a meme on facebook I would certainly share it.
Bury the bodies,
shovel the dirt.
Yes! Dirt in both senses, refilling the graves but more importantly slinging dirt at those least fortuneate in society.
Blame immigration,
stoke the mistrust.
The poor are all work shy,
the taxes are just.
Try to convince them
that you really care,
ignoring the food banks
while creaming your share.
Very apposite. I am constantly appalled by the way "Working Class" has been hijacked to exclude those forced into poverty for many reason but not least from the goverments mismanagement of th ecconomy. But I digress.
Here's to this coming to pass:
Bury the bodies
but soon you will find
your cupboard of bones
may not be denied.
The eyes of the public
are losing their scales
and blood from the bodies
is under your nails.
Bill
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Bazz at 13:50 on 10 April 2016
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Succinct and powerful Jo, love the rhythm and the force it creates, perfect ending as well. Hopefully the scales are falling, after all, the transgressions are certainly piling up!
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FelixBenson at 18:15 on 10 April 2016
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Fantastic Jo - this dovetails together so perfectly, and how satisfying are thos lovely whole rhymes. If this came in a flash, it was a flash of genius.
Blame immigration,
stoke the mistrust.
The poor are all work shy,
the taxes are just.
Try to convince them
that you really care,
ignoring the food banks
while creaming your share.
I wonder why anger lends itself so well to rhyme. Maybe we need a governing force, otherwise we'd never stop ranting. There's is why too much to be furious and depressed about just now, but you have turned this into a polemic and like Bill, I'd share this as I think we'd all agree with the sentiment.
Love this.
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LA at 21:49 on 12 April 2016
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I've enjoyed reading your poems, Jo, since joining the group last month and this is my favourite so far. It's hard-hitting, that angry, accusing finger stabbing again and again. Such effortless rhyming too. Love it all.
Lesley.
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