1.
West Hendon Murder.
The War Memorial in York Park has been smashed down.
Soon the Park will be buried under apartment blocks.
Lip service is given to remembering the fallen
while the good life that they died for is squandered under concrete,
White slabs fit for graffiti.
The Poor Kids Playground, laid out where innocents died
By a Borough Council that cared for the plight of the lowly,
Makes way for penthouses built to appease the toffs.
An uneasy silence has supplanted the laughter of children.
The War Memorial in York Park has been smashed down.
The grandchildren of the fallen have lost their heritage.
They have been sold down the sewer by the Council
that should have worked Hard to protect them.
Farewell high ideals and sanity,
You are no longer required in a world grown rabid and venal.
Welcome forgetfulness and anarchy.
Welcome the Paradise of the Fool.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
August 5th. - 6th. - 10th. 2014.
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2.
Cut Out.
Matisse
The bee does not sting as fiercely as you,
Your Colours drive me wild.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
August 4th. 2014.
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3.
A Shared Nightmare. (Revised)
Through a glass darkly I dream you
Dream hopes I must forsake
Flecked by sombre shadows
The mist dissolves the lake
I fear that we are drowning
and yet we dare not wake
Your voice cries out forlornly
Cries out across the lake
Our hands meet in the darkness
A cold dawn starts to break
Fingers melt like icicles
Melt back into the lake
Through a glass darkly I dream you
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 7th. 1980. _ March 14th. _ August 4th. 2014.
Revised December 18th. 2014.
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4
The Angry Voter.
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Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
1965.
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