Poetry Corner

Project Here

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We can't afford the heating
and petrol's being rationed
suddenly telling the truth 
seems terribly old fashioned.

The food isles are half empty,
we're all going on a diet,
now Project Fear is Project Here
those baying voices are quiet.

Their vivid sunlit uplands,
so alluring years before,
are now as distant as the stars
and Winter's knocking at the door.

Harry Gallagher

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