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Genies Wearing Jack-Boots

August 20, 2018
in Photographs, Poetry
by Adrian Scott
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Genies Wearing Jack-Boots

Genies Wearing Jack-Boots
(I hope this isn’t true)

You rubbed the lamp, it didn’t take you very long,
You thought you had consigned them to history,
And now they are back, Genies wearing jack-boots.

The post war promised much, resolve was strong,
We made our monuments, laureling our glory,
Then, you rubbed the lamp, it didn’t take you very long.

They found the lamp, Ronald and Margaret in cahoots,
It stayed in the cupboard, waiting for a judge and jury,
And now they are back, Genies wearing jack-boots.

Europe healed, opened her doors, lines grew long,
Faces darker, money freed, bankers wrote the story,
So, you rubbed the lamp, it didn’t take you very long.

A crash caused by greed, austerity gave Brexit roots,
The poor against the poor, more and more gory,
And now they are back, Genies wearing jack-boots.

We thought it couldn’t happen again, we were wrong
The Genies look familiar, the strut, the Franco, Duce, Fuhrey,
But, you rubbed the lamp, it didn’t take you very long,
And now they are back, Genies wearing jack-boots.

Hear the author reading the poem  below

(image – Rodin’s The Gates to Hell – Musee D’Orsay – photo by the author)