Maggie
1/2 marathon poem #1
The Iron woman with an iron fist
Cast her long shadow over Britain’s poor
Maggie the destroyer of miner’s hopes
Cast her long shadow over pit and moor
The blue dragon with an icy soul
Spits her bitter breathe over Tyne and Trent
Maggie the heartless thief of children’s milk
Winter’s bitter taste of our discontent
The Iron woman with an heart of stone
Fated by the warm bile upon her throne
Maggie killed by her own poll tax spell
Taken to the sword by all of her own.
Whoa! This poem is relentless! Such a beat, like a call to war. I don’t think I’ll think of Margaret Thatcher the same way again.
Excellent poem!