'There's no such thing as Truth', she says ,
Teeth gritted , eyes ablaze :
As The Telegraph says
There's no such thing as Truth.
'Facts there are. '
But Truth is Round ,
Encompassing , Profound .
Truth holds Concern and Justice ,
Truth holds Perspective .
She snapped shut her shoulder bag clasp
And sipped her wine
Through puckered lines of lipstick and lit a cigarette
to 'calm her down '.
Hack dry facts
Thin as cigarette papers
Ash grey .
Later , she walked away
To catch her bus
Unsteadily sway ,
To write her column for the following day .
(an ode to Bob Diamond 2012)
Sparkling jewel of carbon’s hardest days,
Consuming hearts& minds ,
Reflecting back their twinkling rays -
An icy mirage blinds.
Your shiny shoes click the concrete and the early polished floors.
Your suit rustles expensively as you fold your arms across your stripey shirt .
And discuss the wily winding path of deceit
You pave for yourself.
Negotiating the boardrooms.
In your sumptuous hotel world
You shower and shave ,
And manicure your every inch….so clean
On the outside…
How many slaves ?
How many people , bowed in head
Smooth and shape and fold your bed?
How many cook , how many serve?
While you sit cross fingered , talking , talking , gazing
Through the double glazing.
Money- is the stuff you never see ,
and your servants , obedient in their
transparent cages , wonder
what they can give their kids for tea.