Britain snickers through deep Brexit blues,
As the unelected bows to the unelected,
A divided nation, half of us did not choose
Any farcical cabal’s anti-migrant objective,
Those with least even more likely to lose
To every elite tax-haven collective,
From democracy, we are so far removed,
That we abandon any political perspective
To obsess about the new PM’s shoes,
Not the trampled rights of the unprotected,
Media spins our views with soundbite news
As if the world will be most avidly affected,
Not by policy, prejudice, deception or misuse
But by the footwear a woman has selected.
Antonia Zenkevitch
(This one was written – and first shared on other media – just after the 2016 referendum when May took over after our previous PM resigned.)
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Word-weaver and artist. I'm Co-founder of Nott Normal; a Nottinghamshire based independent accessible, adaptive and gently provocative arts collaboration. Resident story-weaver for set of virtual Cottage in the Woods courses by Yelala from late autumn 2020, early Spring 2021. My writing and art have recently been part of Poems on Prescription, the National Museum of Justice's (UK) acclaimed Letters of Restraint, and The National Holocaust Memorial Centre's (UK) What is Testimony? Art and written work has appeared in various independent publications including LeftLion, Miknaf Haaretz, and Proliterat. I'm a warrior of various disabilities and chronic illnesses with an MA in Human Security (Peace and Human Development). I've worked in creative conflict resolution, sustainability & interfaith work. I stood for parliament (& local gov) in 2015, getting 9.9%, in the top 20 national results for the party. I've since left politics unless you count negotiating between three cats and a laptop. I love animals, my favourite humans, wild landscapes, accessible cities and the sea.
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