She refused to
Shake the hand
That carried the coal
That obscenely fondled the coal
That brandished the coal
Taunting the nation
Embracing fossil fuel
In our blackest hole –
Parliament
She laid down conditions
For shaking the hand
Of the mirthmaker
Of the smirker
Of the loyal servant
Of the big corporations
Whose home still stands
Unlike her own charcoaled decay…
And he turned and walked away.
Nero fiddled for six days
And seven nights while
Rome burned
We’ve been burning for months
So whose crime is greater?
History’s harsh judgement
In flames he has earned.
