2019, by Harry Gallagher

(With apologies to Orwell)
..
On a warmer than normal
Autumnal morning,
the clocks all struck thirteen.
No one heard as England dreamed
of Spitfires and bunting,
streetparties, fox-hunting.
..
Somewhere in the distance,
three doors down your street,
bobbies on the beat
whistled a merrie tune,
while loosening bricks,
smithereening the front door
of planet-hugging peaceniks.
..
No warrant needed,
no cause for alarm,
a warning well-heeded
will keep you from harm.
..
When the siren calls, muster
in the Churchill Pavillion,
repeat after the speaker
from one to a million:
..
There was only ever one Winston
There was only ever one Winston
There was only ever one Winston….
..
..
“Extinction Rebellion eco-warriors arrested as police batter down doors in raids….”

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