Celebrating Diane and Jeremy’s Win for Britain
A Fourth of July poem
Hats off to Diane my former MP,
who for 30-odd years,
has been repping Hackney,
and guess what?
She is very fair,
a voice of reason at times,
and shows she really does care.
Then we have nice guy Mr Corbyn,
who ran as an independent,
a long standing Islington representative,
I had eight knocks on my door,
on the 4th of July,
by some of the most enthusiastic,
well -dressed Corbyn guys.
I mean if I were conservative,
I would have been pretty annoyed,
but you gotta hand it to him,
he brings us a lot of joy.
And now I am walking — slowly,
to the voting office across the road,
a walk that my ancestors,
fought blood, sweat and tears for,
that women of all races and cultures,
once couldn’t do,
so I’ll be damned if I miss,
the chance to place my vote in too!
It’s 7pm and dinner was pretty nice,
a green salad, tofu, and well seasoned rice,
it’s 8:30 and I’m shouting,
up to my son who’s in his room,
playing that blooming FIFA
or is it Fortnite?
these kids are so glued,
but eventually he’s off,
and heads into the shower,
I meanwhile am flicking,
through my notebook,
trying hard not to let my mind wander.
It’s 9pm, and the last knock on my door,
oh guess who it is,
that same Corbyn guy,
who came an hour before.
He is just checking,
if I did what I was told,
to vote for his buddy Corbyn,
a middle class socialist,
who loves the people loads!
Now it’s 10pm,
and I’ve got my night clothes on,
tomorrow’s a new day,
the election results come in,
and I’ve got a parents group to run
So you see it’s been an important week,
with huge decisions being made,
even got a tummy ache today,
because of something I ate.
And now it’s Monday,
and the clocks in writing class tick on,
leaving just one question,
what on earth will Britain do,
now the July Fourth election is done…
© Zinze-Ena Riley 2024
Mama, Therapist & Experienced Foster Carer. During these times of uncertainty, I am sharing hope tools and practicing daily gratitude.
