I've just heard the BBC
waylay a paramedic
from his everyday miracles
to accuse him of the murder
of the hopeless and helpless.
From a soft heated seat
of the radio studio,
hot questions are arrowed,
narrow, poison tipped
from a radio den.
In the background Esther Rantzen
huffs away like a steamer,
her heart of gold hammering
like a Nazi on hold.
Just an everyday framing,
a slice of victim blaming
while they quietly dim the lights
and snatch away my rights
Harry Gallagher
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Poet, singer, songwriter, actor - there's no beginning to my talents. Working constantly and live blissfully on the North East coast
I’m a poet based in the North East of England and my poems have been published all over the place.
