Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Pissing Against the Wind

She stood,
she ruled,
she rained iron
on the supposed mighty
beat them at their own game,
the spray back did not faze her
she remained firm against the gale;
her vision clear,
a nation to be proud of
working towards a goal
of people united yet independent,
earning a wage,
owning a home.
Some fell by the wayside
and still they lay the blame,
they rail at perceived injustice,
soaked in ineptitude,
they made no gain
from her golden reign

Margaret Thatcher's death

© Niamh Hill

Niamh Hill is a former accountant and primary school teacher on a career break, indulging in yoga, reading and writing.

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