The ocean swallows aeroplanes:
The fuselage, the failing wings.
The manifest of innocents
Floats softly on the quiet waves.
Two hundred bodies lie at rest,
Interred within an ocean trench.
Two passports are suspicious, so
Once more we’re ‘hunting terrorists’.
‘State Pay Cuts’
Austerity means slashing pay
And cutting jobs
And weeding out,
So why not simply cull us and
Have done with all the niceties?
Arrange the rich,
Along a trench, and shoot them all.
Austerity’s a foolish route:
Instead of this,
Try spending cash
To boost our stalled economy.