Rufus Mufasa

Poet / Bardd.


Sat in Uncle John’s tin coal shed & he said
“promise you’ll never-ever let the Tories get back into power.
Every child born to this land will carry the scars of Thatcher.
Not in my time, not in yours or theirs is there a happily ever after”.

But there’s a different side of the story, if you ask my mother.
The forefathers of generation gentrification, factory worker, home owner.
This falsehooded freedom only made our chains longer.
These forgotten lands, blood on hands, never prioritised by Westminster.

But my people are made of Pyrite,
our co-operative nature nurtures policies that pioneer.
Your privileges are drowning us…
I call on coal shed conversation to eradicate this danger.