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