- Vol. 03
- Chapter 09
Art? Satire? Mood?
Abstraction of life
Blindfold dissecting calm blues
Curves and blocks share space.
There was a young lady, blindfolded
By 'leaders' who spun how they told it.
'Take back control!
Regain Britain's soul!'
But it turned out they'd already sold it.
As wind tugs on paper,
Hair batters her face
And thorns of cold dart through her,
She exults in her hard-won space.