I did not celebrate the crowning of King Charles,
nor did I help out at ‘The Big Help Out’ –
a public holiday designated
by the seventy four year old
billionaire as an opportunity
for his subjects to work for nothing,
undertaking public service jobs
someone used to be employed to do.
For only two times in my life was I
in step. Most of the residents of this realm
neither celebrated nor helped out –
from opposition or from boredom.
Apathy and obedience are
the opiates that have been chosen
for the people – by those masquerading
as democrats, by those who wish
to patronise, silence, manipulate us,
whatever coloured flag they sail under:
autocrats, cowards, plutocrats, traitors.
What a useful distraction and screen it was,
that lavish, weird pantomime of feudal mummery,
part Wizard of Oz, part Police State,
that convention of sycophants and drones,
that colloquium of tokenism,
that convocation of cliché and drivel,
that vicious Whitehall farce.
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