those who want no deal
pushing us to leap the ledge,
lemmings on a cliff.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
those who want no deal
pushing us to leap the ledge,
lemmings on a cliff.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
The fault lies in old Westminster;
more corroded cogs kaput
as tarnished chains sever
each link they constitute,
The fault, lies in
plain blinkered sight;
acrid smoke screens
our house alight,
The fault
a caldera;
lava churns our vaults;
The fault? Lies in old Westminster.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Unlock
This deadlock
Of flailing democracy
Before we’re locked inside
A falling fortress time forgot
Half our number failing to perceive
We are becoming what we are not
A thing our future won’t believe
Warped by horrors of austerity
Fragmented by painful pride
Becoming dark histories
The public outcries
No alibis
For lies
Unmet
Needs
Breed
Crimes
Lines
At foodbanks to feed
Lives
Identities redefined
Maligned
This is oppression’s seed
Partition and hypocrisy
Please heed and unlock
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Exit?
Exit what?
Exit our co-creation?
Exit equals mass confusion;
Exit means shut,
Exit Brexit;
Exit
This closing;
This sealing up;
This opening to chauvinism
This echoed forgetfulness,
This separatism,
This
Whispered fascism;
Whispered near borders,
Whispered corners of reason,
Whispered desolation over
Whispered orders,
Whispered
Truths emerge,
Truths are heard,
Truths are complex things,
Truths beyond words;
Truths examine
Truths.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
I shared a Britain Europeans could call home
In the four decades my skin was called my own,
One day I’ll tell our Islands’ descendants
I shared a Britain Europeans could call home,
Before the dice of jeopardy was thrown
And all that amity was gone and done
In the four decades my skin was called my own,
I shared a Britain Europeans could call home.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
This is the second Triolet I’ve written in as many days, inspired by a challenge set by a wonderful poet whose diverse work can be seen at https://reowr.com/ . My first triolet was 48 Percent Life, which is perhaps a better poem structurally than my second attempt at this form, but I’m enjoying this particular type of poem.
You say you’ve had enough;
This is a storm in a teacup
But we are the teacup, my love.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
A question for 2019;
What does good governance mean?
Northern Ireland’s parliament is in shutdown
With Stormont in a chronic stalemate,
The default position is uneven centralism,
Then governmental stasis in the states,
Meaning more insecurity for North Americans
And every country to which they relate,
Democrats standing up to Trump’s Republicans
Who want them to collude and participate
In a wall built to keep out Mexicans,
A farce millions cannot contemplate,
In France, we see the rise of the Gilets Jaunes
Forcing Marcon into the Grand Debate
When riot police could not keep down
The protests; government could not dominate
With gas, batons or flash ball guns,
In Brazil, two extremes woo the electorate,
One saturated with corruption, in prison
Still claiming to be compassionate
Though in ten years the nation’s been driven
Into gross inequality, theft, violence,
Knifing the opposition, a man with a mission
But one who counts minorities as less,
While in a divided United Kingdom,
Parliament is in an almighty mess,
The cusp of leaving the European Union
Is marked with bilateral anguish
With no agreed, viable solution
To the much- disputed Brexit
Taking up all the air in the room
And consuming all other policies,
Amid worsening living conditions,
Ignoring individual and collective needs,
So, I return to my earlier question
About what all this says about democracy
And other forms of administration,
Problems echoed criss-cross countries
So often wrongly blamed on migration,
I see in each the patterns of plutocracy;
Of rights and voice defined by income,
Then, amid hardships, crises of identity
Leading to questioned certainties, divisions
And rife threats to human ties and societies,
Too often undermining the rights of minorities
In rising tides of nationalism,
There are examples of covert tyrannies;
Of leaders not resigning when they should
And other top dogs taking uncivil liberties
For their own or their tribe’s preferment,
Encouraging disillusion, discouraging diversity,
Increasing alienation and disenfranchisement
In national emergencies, too often political intent
Seems partisan, not meant to broker agreement,
In each case, as in others across continents,
Security is undermined by unstable employment
And people struggling for food, mortgage or rent,
In each case there’s a sense of restricted involvement
Of people in the workings of their government,
Often leading to questions on freedom of movement
When prejudices rise from the undercurrents,
In each case, mainstream media plays its part,
Directing direct democracy, or its proxy,
Sources of funding can fuel changes of heart
Affecting each story’s legitimacy,
While every situation is different,
Each wrought with seeming infinite complexity,
There seem to be patterns that are consistent;
The need for greater political transparency;
The need for engagement, informed consent
And protections against unreachable governance
Whatever the locale; whatever the distance,
Deficits of democracy are meeting resistance
Because deceptions and social disparities
Lead to inequality and festering grievance,
As uprisings against injustice lose clarity,
Destroyed by divide to rule philosophies
Made worse by the walls of isolationists,
Maybe this is a question for psychologists,
Maybe we’re either rebels or pragmatists,
Maybe we’re enigmas for archaeologists
Or evidence against climate change denialists,
Maybe we’re each authors of the crisis
Or targets for the powerful’s devices,
Whatever the truth of it is
We’re made stronger by who’s beside us,
Beyond cultures, faiths, ideologies,
The need to be heard by our leaders
Whether these lead councils, constituencies,
Countries or cross-national assemblies,
I do not have the answers
but
I believe this, we are strengthened by unities
And valuing ourselves and our fellow humans,
To embolden interconnected communities
With shared interests and empowered regions
Served by, not serving their parliamentarians.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
She keeps saying that word, ‘democracy’,
As if she kens in any way
What it truly means, or maps it meaningfully,
Thoughtfully into daily political routines,
Or sees it as her duty, or honours it duly,
Does she? Do we?
In the absence of a solid UK constitution
I took a butchers at the dictionary;
Let’s park the ultimate ‘democracy’ definition;
‘A system of government by the whole population,’
Across centuries this has been the high ambition
But in every recorded era and administration
There’ve been cordons limiting representation;
Defining our inner outcasts; inciting disunion,
So, let’s look at a more realistic take;
To include All eligible members of a state,
Usually via representatives elected –
That’s all of them; not just the cabinet –
Democracy seeks to be inspected,
It does not isolate, negate or delay debate,
Cross-party amendments must be respected
As is that near- impeachment moment
When parliament found May’s government
To be acting in contempt,
Many united voices on each backbench
Knocking on doors of The Prime Minister’s set
To ask her cabal where our democracy went,
But she treats such questions as undemocratic,
Yet it’s her clique that fits inside that lens,
The irony is spiky, bitter, cutting, tragic,
For it is a torn flag May says she defends
And her hands have helped to tear its fabric,
A borderline result in the EU referendum,
Gross exaggeration of marginal statistics;
It was always a blatant overstatement
To say Britain voted for this Brexit –
The difference of a couple of percent,
Most of whom voted ‘leave’ due to deceit,
Buying into lies of the Brexiteer campaign –
The same people she now calls colleagues,
Is it democracy or deception they’d see reign;
Ideally, one requires the other’s defeat,
Instead, a failed attempt at self-coronation –
The expectation entirely unrealistic,
This weakened any credibility for her position
As she undermined terms of a peace agreement
To abandon neutrality for a near-coalition
With one side of Northern Ireland’s dialectic,
Setting the nation up for renewed collisions,
All this to get enough seats for a slim majority;
To fain enough support for her to govern,
Northern Ireland’s needs still not a priority,
Calls for votes of no confidence since then,
The first, directed at her, by her own party,
Went to a ballot she won narrowly,
Oh yes, a half-hearted mutter from Corbyn
Was fairly shamelessly deflected –
He, seemingly most interested
In whether Labour could win,
Only requested parliament contested
May’s place at the helm,
Later came calls from the other opposition;
The ignored, united smaller parties
Disillusioned by her flailing, high-handed regime,
Yet still, May continues her didactic addresses
As if all were there to rubber stamp her scheme,
This is not why any of them were elected;
To say she shields democracy would be obscene,
‘Democratic’ has become a word infected,
Made submissive for assumed power to lean on,
The word shouted as an order or directive
By those who wish to guard their own dominion;
Their grasp of the term is defective,
What about ‘social equality’ as a working definition?
Um, I can safely say they’re failing that one –
Policies stirring frustration, fear, suspicion,
While abandoning pledges to abused women,
More people than before feeling alienation
As we see homelessness break all proportions
Amid cuts to vital services, wages, and occupations,
Crime soars as they cut back on police divisions,
As the cost of living rises to beat inflamed inflation,
The Sausage Song was Christmas no. one,
Raising funds to help feed hungry millions,
Those facing starvation include children,
So, topping the charts is positive direct action
Not by our government, but by the population.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Lullaby to democracy,
3,500 troops,
Germany in the 1930s
Or Britain very soon?
The menace of martial law
Is the opposite of sovereignty
As we close the door
On civil liberties,
Like the right to protest,
Did any soldier join the military
To enforce this mess; this chaos
Or to carry their guns in our cities?
Young soldiers could not believe
We could conceive of this,
For the 52%, most of them deceived,
Who went to the ballot box
And voted to leave,
This is a ticking bomb, set
By our undemocratic government,
Who are using our military as a threat,
To push forward a dangerous agreement;
The clock ticking on a month’s postponement
In which they’ve gagged the rest of parliament,
“Quick, quick,”
The cabinet say,
Tick, Tock, Tick,
As time races away
On the fuse they lit,
Silencing calls for a people’s vote
As the populace turns against Brexit
And the government says “No”
To us choosing not to exit.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch