Tag: European Union
No Deal Haiku
those who want no deal
pushing us to leap the ledge,
lemmings on a cliff.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Truths in the Rough
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
The Stolen Sun
They worked for decades
For their place in the sun,
As their autumns fade
They claimed their freedom
From the ache of the rain
In their muscles and bones,
Now they ache to remain
In their retirement homes,
This was not given to them;
They got there on their own,
Is their security to be stolen?
The seeds of doubt are sown;
European citizens in Britain
Are now treated as hostages,
So, their nations of origin
Do the same in this crisis,
This questions the concept of belonging;
Belonging to; belonging with; belongingness,
Both the forces of comfort and longing
And the money and belief we each invest
In the places we choose to be living,
We need to be honest
In this state of anti-immigration;
We have to own this
Process of individual rights negation,
History tells us Britishness
Is formed of centuries of integration,
Will we continue to count as less
All those who come to our nation
And add to its worth and essence?
Our ex-pats too will be distressed
If our neighbours devalue their presence,
This is Brexit’s darkest side, undressed;
Naked of all the abhorrent pretense
in the lies that sought to impress
Some citizens sitting on the fence,
To say we Brits can live anywhere
Yet limit who comes here makes no sense,
Yet many a Brexiteer seems unaware
Their acts may have weighted consequence.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
The Bell and Drum
Beneath old towers of golden stone
The clanging bell, the thump of drum,
Where an ageless river flows;
Protesters come, flags are flown
Of unions caught in the undertow,
People have gathered together
In clamorous amalgamation,
Side by side in the bitter weather
In hope, in fury, in confusion,
Equal and opposite in their fervour
For union or nationalism;
Those who see our saviour
In a second referendum,
Those who want Westminster
To deliver the sworn unicorn
And those who’d just prefer
This Brexit business done,
The noise, and then the hush
As the crowds wait and listen
In that huddled crush
For parliament’s decision,
As the bells peel
I worry with millions
That there be a no deal;
An incalculable burden
Leading to more poverty,
Inequality, social division
Affecting the majority,
A bad deal garners historic defeat
As the drum beats
The hearts on the street,
I wonder what consensus
Parliament could meet
That would guard and represent us,
If cabinet chose only to outreach
To Brexiteer extremists in their party
Ensuring May’s red lines aren’t breached
In the name of the mock democracy
Her impassable processes preached,
While Labour refuses doors to dialogue
A far-right Brexit seems a possibility,
Corbyn in apparent stasis, his own voice vague,
I fear a worse deal passed by united Tories;
For a path to ruin to be laid
The percentage win need only be tiny,
Let me be as clear as the tolling bell
I’ve wanted passionately to remain,
That hope by a minor margin fell,
Now, uncertainty and frustration reign,
Disintegrating realms, unforgivable
That all this will cause us all more pain,
We could say the Brexit project’s failed;
For millions of us, this would be preferable,
But other millions would feel their voice curtailed
And we must think of them as well;
Not the bigotry and isolationism
Within the leaver’s swell
Nor notions driven by racism
Which we must quell,
But the inherent criticism
Of governance being too central,
Distant, too far from them;
Too absent in their struggles;
Seemingly devoid of realism;
Aloof in the face of their troubles,
Those who work beneath Big Ben
Can sometimes seem the most remote,
But the EU has been condemned
By those who see the ocean as a moat
And invasion in each boat or plane;
Who’ve been sold the scapegoat
To explain what’s hard to frame;
Hidden in many leaver’s votes
Was a broad, nebulous rejection
Of the status quo,
We need a proper constitution
Yet those negotiations closed,
We traded thoughts of UK devolution;
Of proactive regions within a whole;
Brexit offered as an alternative solution,
Yet, in all the to and fro,
Scarlet barricades and preconditions
There is one thing all this shows;
Lack of transparency in political decisions;
A deficit we cannot afford
On the benches of our House of Commons,
Our crises don’t begin in Brussels or Strasburg,
The problem has long been born at home;
Our economy, among the most centralised in the world,
Witnessing widening gaps in people’s income,
The EU used a stooge, Westminster failings ignored,
As the drum thunders and the bell chimes
To conundrums and discord,
Facing divorce fees or severing fines –
Our futures hanging on a word,
Too much not agreed, too much undefined
And all of us calling out to be assured
In these troubling, world-shifting times,
While we, like collecting dew, are poured
Into the flow of the leaden Thames,
If we go ahead, we need a far softer line
To protect our kingdom’s unions,
Our security, our peace, and the rights
Of our UK and international citizens,
To guard investments and keep in sight
Our shared intercontinental ambitions,
Cross-border threats to climate
And the need for social protections,
But the hour is getting late
As debates continue into the night
And we watch others write our fate
As deals fall in the dwindling light.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Sovereign State of Stupidity
First you notice the bare shop shelves,
And thank the lord you stocked up on tins,
You nip in to your nan’s, who doesn’t look well
To make sure she’s got enough in,
Her homecare was cut, so she fell,
16hrs waiting for her to be seen,
The news says the country is going to hell,
But who’s still got time for such things
When your travelling daughter calls you to yell
That they’ve cancelled all fights home from Turin,
When you went for a meal on a Saturday night,
The pizza place was closed, a curry palace alight,
You hope those who were inside are alright,
There seems to be even more crime on the streets
And you miss the old, old days of bobbies on the beat,
The family complain there’s so little to eat,
There’s no fish in the chippy, the docks lie empty
While ministers mangle deals for our fisheries,
Embargoes on veggie meals and most gluten free –
On anything from Sweden to Malta, Denmark to Cyprus,
There’s no Belgium waffles, no sugar for tea,
Who knew they packaged it in Hungary?
The neighbours’ children asked why Santa hadn’t been,
His mum said he was stopped at the border and couldn’t get in,
Amidst the rising theft and violence
If leaver’s turn to me and shout
How none of this makes sense
I’ll tell them, they let the monsters out,
The racists and extremists lurking in the darkness
Given an excuse for their worst excesses,
And it will seem like too many couldn’t care less
As we deal with vicious cuts to basic services;
Services like education, care, police, the NHS,
Charities, social work and security forces,
While small businesses fail because no one invests,
Farmers nosedive as they lose EU subsidies
Ailes empty in local grocers and supermarkets,
Welcome to the Sovereign State of Stupidity,
The Ports near closed, food nor people make it through,
When we limit free movement, we limit ours too,
Make ghost towns of Gatwick, Luton, Heathrow,
Stopping freights and ferries from Grimsby to Glasgow,
Perhaps the one temporary winner is the Ozone
But too many are hungry, jobless
With dwindling hope and no home,
Too many drained and feeling useless,
No one lives in the house next door;
The bitter irony is priceless,
Without immigrants we are too poor
To handle the housing crisis,
We don’t have their taxes anymore
And homelessness persists,
As wages freeze and prices soar,
Corporations still getting rich,
Less staff on the tills, fat cats on the board,
While young and old crouch by the doors
Of houses and flats so few can afford,
Medicine stockpiled, or not getting through,
Prescriptions unavailable, costs sky high,
Surgeries cancelled again as they lengthen the que,
The terrible truth; avoidable pain while the saveable die
And this won’t be eased by anti-migrant curses
When we’ve sent away half the doctors and nurses
Because some of them ‘weren’t from round here’
Or due to funding cuts and restricted resources
While the national debt gets ever heavier
As we pay for twenty-seven national divorces,
But gone too are those politicians’ excuses,
Having stocked fires of xenophobic fear,
Those they made stooges for the bruises
Fought back, moved on or disappeared
And most of us miss them and want them here,
Don’t blame Europeans or the world, or raise your fists,
Or say it’s all down to EU politics, or just the way it is,
Don’t look to the financiers – they warned us of this,
There were warning signs half the nation chose to miss,
So many feel betrayed, denied,
From Belfast, Edinburgh, Gibraltar
We watch as the United Kingdom divides
And pray to God by every name there won’t be war,
Due to fragile peace accords we all but undid
And the callousness we cannot alter
Towards international people who work, live
Study, give and made this nation prosper
Who we treated with distrust, deceit, conceit,
To be really frank, we should’ve known better,
In 1945 we celebrated a fascist defeat –
Tantrums saying we expected more
Or this wasn’t what leavers voted for
Won’t help us dig out of the embers,
The EU can’t be wholly criticised
For favouring its members,
I think many member nations tried
To compromise when Brexiters
Just wanted the UK to sever,
But we were stronger together,
We are now a third party
Made to follow others’ rules,
Desperate people conjure enemies;
All the usual suspects accused,
Amid rising hate crimes and bigotry
As we see a breakdown in society’s rules,
Muslim women harassed in the street
And black children openly bullied in school,
Old prejudices becoming less and less discrete
Of course, some twits will blame Jews
Imagining a grand conspiracy
Though there are no facts to back up their views
And things are made worse by such idiocy,
The protections for people with disabilities,
The care for the immobile, ill or elderly,
The ongoing research into curing diseases,
All of it slows down, some of it freezes,
Fuel prices higher as they sponsor fracking,
Energy crisis, environmental backtracking,
Wildlife and eco charities losing their backing
We can’t quite believe it, but it’s happening,
We seem to be self-governing our nation collapsing,
As the globe faces the task of a massive remapping,
All hale the farce made of democracy,
We are autonomous citizens of hypocrisy.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
(A poem about a worst-case scenario Brexit Britain. I do have more cheery poems too, like ‘Fa La La; a protest song to the tune of Deck the Halls )
Contempt
May this contempt;
This contempt of parliament
And more, this contempt
Of democratic procedure,
This contempt of our country,
A United Kingdom; a continent,
Of all here now and here before;
This contempt of everything built
To encourage, protect and ensure
A relative peace taken for granted
We mostly enjoy with neighbours
On nearby shores;
This contempt of the health service
Founded after and because
Of the aftermath of two world wars,
This contempt of millions of workers
Who strive all hours but can’t afford homes;
Struggling parents, low-income earners
Sold lies or made into scapegoats,
Contempt of employees and entrepreneurs,
Including those
Who pay tax but cannot vote;
Those hated, spited as foreigners
And usurpers, even though
Money is not stolen by migrants,
It is the powerful few
Who guard the greatest percent
Of almost every nation’s revenue
And it’s clear most of them
Have not got the smallest clue
Or else were never taught
What duty or honour meant,
Those who place risk over value,
Those who do not know
That integrity, as well as a virtue,
Is now an economic and social essential,
Yes, it is contempt of this; contempt,
Forgetting foodbank ques,
Front bench MPs attempt
To push and bully through
A defective Brexit agreement
Whilst concealing the torch of truth
That our Attorney General lent;
It is this contempt of parliament;
And thus, contempt of the people
By leading officials in our government
Who would, it seems, mislead us all
In not providing the full legal document
Detailing all actual and potential pitfalls,
It’s disrespect, historic and inexcusable,
It is such contempt
That sets a mine beneath Big Ben,
Such deceptions are time ill spent
In arrogance, in acts
Against its citizens
By withholding facts
From those elected to represent,
Eight hundred years ago
They drew up a democratic template,
Adding layers along the road;
The foundation of a constitution
But one without a code,
One we have erected our rights upon,
One we’ve seen expand, sow, steal, erode,
Across times, under a mass of hands,
Now, time ticks like a bomb about to explode,
Shattering the security of millions,
During the aeon in which the clock tower stands
Have we ever known contempt like this?
MPs from six parties have raised the alarm
Because this goes beyond party politics,
Beyond any rebellion chief-whips could calm,
MPs being strong-armed with a fait accompli,
Denied the agreed legal information,
This contempt, this duplicity, this deceit
Would make not only any EU negotiation
A total mockery, it achieves the feet
Of ridiculing democratic and diplomatic relations,
Three times in an hour the proposed deal met defeat,
And so, amidst the conceit, disorder and disrespect
A seed on the winds of consternation;
A rebellion against the corruption of condescension
As the threads of democracy held on
Despite the government taking contempt
To an unprecedented dimension
In the debates of what makes Britain,
And Big Ben beats on,
And one day this too will be written;
The racism of some won’t be hidden;
The blinkeredness, short-termism,
Fear, isolationism that makes us alien
To each other and ourselves,
The panic buys, the empty shelves
Will fill tomorrow’s archives,
But the story is not yet finished
Our nation’s future can survive
As long as influencers don’t forget
The final draft is not complete,
What will historians ascertain
About this world-shifting week?
If we do not bow to contempt
That confuses authoritarian
With authoritative –
If principles don’t break under the strain
Of the rigid and didactic,
Almost half we voters voted to remain
And the sane who didn’t
Still did not vote for this.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
The Breakers
Breakers tall, rollers grave,
Catch you a living on the wave
They said another owns the sea
But the brine has her own currency,
No matter the rule, the plan or crown
This is the lore of the coastal town,
For those who would re-map the drink
Know she’ll not yield to paper or ink,
But yet, think on docks and fisheries
Too often bought to the brink,
Upon these rocks, communities;
It is these we worry may sink,
Do not sing -white horses’ lullabies
To those who know a mermaid’s ditty,
Beware closed ports and borderlines
Where swirling shoals have authority.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
For my beloved Cornwall & Devon and all the United Kingdom’s coastal towns. It is fair to say many already feel overlooked by the UK and other governments’ dealings at home and overseas on behalf of the fisheries. Brexit will create further challenges for many of these communities who depend on trading between countries through open ports, busy docks, and accessible waters.
Lullaby to Democracy; 3,500 Troops
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
Brexit Sucks
British Union is now also under threat,
Reneges on pledges by our government,
Economic isolation and collapse predicted,
Xenophobes in power left us all conflicted,
Idiocy and recklessness sold as a solution,
Totalitarianism risks; no real constitution,
Senselessness seems to rule the rulers of the hour,
United across borders, people had more power,
Corporate privatisation of services we fought for –
Killing our NHS and schools, yet we pay even more,
Spin, misdirection, and lies, with ruin at the core.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
(written and first shared in the lead up to the referendum 2016)
One of the Underground Union
Hello All,
Welcome to a poetry site dedicated to the 48% of the UK who voted ‘Remain’ in 2016 and still believe and to the EU and world citizens who are too often scapegoated by politicians simply because they cannot vote, so are an easy target. Likewise, it is dedicated to those who were too young to vote for the shape of their futures. If you voted ‘leave’ but radically changed your mind you are just as welcome, though may find one or two of my poems triggering.
I was heavily involved in politics up until a few years ago and have always been a bit of a writer and poet. I live with a complex collection of disabilities which make going on marches for me presently out of the question. This is my march.
Feel free to share. Please excuse the fact some comments are closed, I’m simply protecting myself from abuse from the few those who use the small Brexit majority as an excuse for all kinds of extremism and hate. (A few times bitten, you learn that lesson.)
I hope you enjoy the poems. Even more importantly I hope you, whoever you are and where-ever you come from, find the best way through this political chaos for you and all you care about. Remember, we’re still stronger together and you are not alone.
Antonia