Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Robert Verdon, #422, pieces of eight


eight unlovely pirates

(or rather privateers)

prowl the glistering waters

as they've done for years

while we sit here wrangling

counting heads and votes

eight men hold the purse-strings

wrapped around our throats

only the great red human tide

will lift our sinking boats




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  1. Rob SchackneJanuary 18, 2017 at 2:32 AM

    Nice poem. But forgive me, Robbie - I'm considerably out of touch - who are those blokes?

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  2. Robert VerdonJanuary 18, 2017 at 6:37 AM

    Thanks Rob. It's just a topical allusion to a recent news story: see for example
    Just 8 men own same wealth as half the world ', at https://www.oxfam.org/en/pressroom/pressreleases/2017-01-16/just-8-men-own-same-wealth-half-world.

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    1. Rob SchackneJanuary 18, 2017 at 1:50 PM

      Better man, Gunga Din etc. Guess I saw the same piece a few days ago and thought, fuck 'em. :)

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