We hang onto a world
that is choked by its own papal smoke.
Christians,
they are the lions,
and the lions,
they sit back and relax
as we smear ourselves
with poisonous chat.
We hang onto a world
that puts a dent
into our brains,
as the weasels
make endless small claims.
We can only sit back
and turn over the Christmas biscuit tin.
Someone said
that the world is dead.
Politics
is now about
what was once unsaid.
Now bullshit fuels the engine
of those, all too easily led.
James Garratt – 21st October 2025
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Unsaid – Written Tuesday 21st October 2025 (aged 50)
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