Kevin N. Jelf

Morning Star

"Morning Star!
Get your Morning Star!"
He holds a copy high
for all to see.
A whole constellation
under his left arm.
"The only national daily
owned by its readers".
Chest swelling
with pride in his class.
With the zeal of a
true believer.
He kept the red flag flying.
But these are the days
before Thatcher.
Before the castration
of the Left.
Before the Red Giant
reached critical mass,
and his utopian Socialist dream
collapsed.

Kevin N Jelf © 2014