She May mean well
But this is blackmail,
After an epic fail
Which she ignores
To carry on
Just as before,
She will not move the ruddy lines
Or give the deal-making more time
Or take ‘no deal’ of the table,
‘blackmailer’, a suitable label
For such irresponsible
Holding to ransom
Of those elected by the people,
She’s inciting pandemonium,
Her way or no way at all
Is close to despotism,
Which is near to criminal
At this time of emergency,
With such a short interval,
To misuse the urgency
As political currency
To pass a dead deal
Come what May
It is not OK;
It is blackmail.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
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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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