Echo-Chambers
Poetry Politics

Echo Chambers

It’s too easy to hate, to say with screams, to find alt-solutions in final extremes, your volume racked up In your echo chamber, Knowing your hatred Reverbs beyond there; Too may such rooms, with men pushing in these are the places where the end begins.
Miracle on Downing Street by Mike Bell
Literature Politics

Miracle On Downing Street

Following on from yesterday and after a chance to digest the Conservative manifesto Miracle on Downing Street by Mike Bell St. Theresa knows what is good for us, she 'Hallelujahs' for votes (The Mail prints the chorus). She cleans the feet of the blessed rich, with her giving hands on their privatised bits: She's touched The Trump, held the hand of 'God', and now she is saying: 'Come and buy