So… I wrote a poem about Thatcher: From her influence upon me/the general working-class throughout the eighties, to the backlash of hatred that is still very prominent today.
Although in this piece of writing I’ve attempted to distance myself from the “uneducated ramblings towards the dead”, do bear in mind there’s a lot of resent for Thatcher that dates back to my years growing up under her reign.
It’s written in free-verse, because that’s the style I feel most comfortable and familiar with.
Read it, let me know what you think, and feel free to share the poem around if you like it. I’ve pretty much said all I need to say about the old hag for now.