Posse Poem

Apologies for burdening you with three posts on top of each other, but this week’s Reverie over at Joseph Harker’s place actually inspired me. After a fallow stretch where every word has had to be painfully squeezed out in pawky poetry, the words flowed with no effort at all.  Joseph wants a first person plural poem, a longer poem, which I don’t often do, and he wants the poem to be peopled with real people.  So be it.

MY GANG

Amy Jazz,
Linda Laughter
and me, the old bat –
we love to rant and rail

against injustice,
greedy bankers,
politicians,
cruelty and war
and such-like iniquity –
inequality, too.

We take our cue
from Jesus, Luther King,
Francis of Assisi
and campaigners of that ilk

but we do it
in our own zany bloggy way –
ineffectual it may be,
but it gets it off our chests.

Perhaps one day
we blogging mates
will arise in righteous ire,
cause governments to fall,
bankers to fail
poverty to ease
and  pointless war to cease.

Amy and Linda know who they are!  You don’t need to know.