The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
A short story for kids as Susie Swan saves the wood from General Snail…
This is about my father County Councillor John Wilson a native of Scale House Farm Galgate Lancaster who died in 1973 suddenly age 44 yrs wouldn’t mind it read out sometime sadly missed.
In 1957, the Prime Minister, Harold Macmillan told a Conservative rally in Bedford that the people of the UK had never had it so good. It may seem as though we are more distant than ever from the days of the post-war boom, just before the swinging sixties crashed into the seventies and on to the demolition of industry under Thatcher. For example, now more than 100,000 people have lost jobs due to the impact of the government’s response to the corona virus pandemic. Young people see dreams crushed due to failings in the exam system and the prospect of a no deal Brexit is written about in the pen of the doom-mongering journalists.
Yet, I will argue that, despite the tragic trail of the virus, we have, in fact, never had such a great opportunity to reflect, rebuild and restore this country as a centre for industry and to build a much fairer and more socialist state. We need the government to commit to a policy of buying British; supermarkets to be encouraged to invest in UK produce, which is guaranteed by stringent UK quality control. Our universities have shown magnificent flair in working towards finding a vaccine for the virus and distance learning opportunities have flourished. We need to invest further into research opportunities and technology. With technology comes all the requisite sub-industries and trades. Our young people are willing to work and need apprenticeships that lead to jobs. The care sector can flourish if its staff are paid better for the hard work they undertake. Yet this renaissance needs to be centrally controlled.
Now we have left the EU and learnt how unwise it is to have a country that depends so greatly on the service sector, we can repair the damage done over the past fifty years. In 1957, we may have had a flourishing economy, but it flourished largely because nationalised services and industries formed the backbone of the economy and led to a robust infrastructure. If we aim towards the instigation of a more socialist government with a policy for egalitarian investment and nationalisation then once again, we can have it good we can have it very good indeed.
Much as we are a divided nation before the virus dug itself into the populace, the aftershock will be that of a much more divided nation, We’ve all done mass participation at sometime or or another without knowing who the hell your standing next to. We’ve travelled the world eaten and drank of its many delights, fornicated to profusion, and diluted the many cultures into vague pastel shades, and most want to be twenty first century celebs. But it is all at a cost, this has made cultural (racial identity) a blur. The old racial stereotypes are going fast and racism should be gone, but alas it has not. The media also paints idealistic nonsense of how folk get on, and very often you will find countries a closed shop. Identities contained in one street so post virus time, it remains an unanswered question are we more divided than you think or will street frictional atmosphere light like fires, posing more questions than answers.
What Is A Brit
The Brit is your friend in the pub, was he in the SAS, or Para, the Navy or Air Force, he is your drinking buddy, ship them all out and vote Brexit he said, appears to give a shit about his buddies but yet is self, self, self, all the way. Oh you know him, We all do.
What is a Brit he or she is a thug, without road paint, he plans war from the Thatcher inspired solitary have and have not society, he has virtual friends because he can’t be arsed to talk.
So Brit will have to cheep, is he that knows not his brother’s name, no name, for he knows when saving the stranger or neighbour at war, every opportunity for sex is on Tinder, millions of thoughtless encounters for he is a Brit. An unfortunate product of media politic control, someone who can’t laugh with his next door neighbour for fear his neighbours property will diminish, the value his own abode, we are a cheap shitty excuse for a so called society here are the Brits god help us all, we are all mates I think not.