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Under flagstone gulches stricken white
Damascene condemned & shuddering again
the bell curves from the CSJ* its fount of life,
desiccating birthhouses roving at the sill
with a Bobby heritability & strategic priorities curl
Baroness Biblica Berridge to a curses gurgle,
“I do wish that some in the Communion
& in the C of E leadership would appreciate that
Conservatives care about poverty;
but we believe it is solved by strong families,
education, and work.”
Philippanthropie Pure with you, O
piercing luminary of social utility under a tightened screw
wrought in family based arrangements
to be infected a teary Christian crosses in public
tossing Lebensborn e.V. around the green laid paper
a deep, white scar snakes up the underside of
the British Religious Right
struck under Companies House
quiet goes the boat length
its nautical mile streamlining
statutory CARE & now all is forgotten,
out of freshest fair oaks
a voice stammering to chock the mantra:
the Biblical family life is highly valued,
godly parented taught & practiced,
where husband & wife embrace
male servant leadership & joyful female submission
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Mike Royal. Mike Kelly. Shaun Bailey
White saviourism - development &missionary work
- reaching the unsaved,,charities named after the abolitionist
evangelical Christian, William Wilberforce
- e.g. Christian Guy meta-knives, clicking ha'p'orth
in constant dependence, Divine aid,
- an altimeter speaking in eaten roses
& blame ailing cuticles
&the reformation of manners
in my eyes no crude surfeit reigns
a child out of each sallied deficit.
It is pleasing to witness this blessedness: to see
asperities gradually smoothing down,
& roughnesses mellowing away:
while the subject of this happy change
experiences within, increasing measures
of comfort which diffuse around a feeling,
& the genial influences of that heavenly flame
which can thus give life, & warmth & action,
to what had been hitherto rigid & trite,
looks up with gratitude says goodnight
to be kept, crawling & again
through many a coming year devoting a drooping heart,
a life Special Rapporteur on Extreme Poverty,
to be shivering at the gale? blanching a faithful cheek?
under Easterhouse epiphany creeps Via Dolorosa
IDS militating uneven circles
outside economic promises
the smallest injuries, & lowliness & tenderness
to allow doubt to leak inside audible crags
liabilities cost killing the ledger to
Heavenly Benefactor
The Family Breakdown Working Group
into a report template,
sinks through the theme of
some transient song,, a single name a good heart:
beneath the gelding falls
the closing ranks,
cheeps its own mew
to rend this dotage as you go
encroaching epiphanies,
a childe banned good as breaking
the intergenerational Montgomeries
trapped on blighted transmissions
legacies of boreholes disadvantaged
weakly corked
the Chairman of the Social Justice Policy Group
but. I’ve been working hard,, Beveridge’s optimism
in a petri dish plea-filled & bended,
Biblica beneath a baronetcy
neatly packed up on the inside
through a gap’s totality into the biological enemy, Today?
Slacking at work,
living off the state,
union mob rule.
O very humble, generational Lord Farmers
pickering pathways to poverty,
its terrible furies punishing
cuts as they thread & thrum
all that lived, or liked, or loved,
You let something out.
1): A child as an evangelical scalar blowpipe
2): the entire service of my love
3):the Red Tape Challenge
as justice is unhinged screaming at each other in front of
Dragons’ Den star Duncan Bannatyne
& shame is a cruel mucosa breeding rescue culture
all else risks burning rings around idioglossias
thumbscrewing in dadless sermons
from two past downturns
‘family based arrangements’
against it, strain upon strain.
Whatever has happened is of cost killing
laid to rest; o
in dynamic modelling
& choices simple optimism
bored cumbersome net downturns
to hasten into the corner of high walls,
the blocks of flats, all those grey, blind windows,
pouring out onto the courtyard
hands clutched round chests
eyes away from it all, up the hill
the faint light that flickers from
my flag beside the minutes of
silence, putting to shame all ‘minutes of
silence’ anywhere,
at any time, under any flag.
