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The Miners’ Strike

THE ENEMY WITHIN

‘But they will not dream of us poor lads,
    Left in the ground.’

MINERS, Wilfred Owen

 

Of course she would win: Snatcher Thatcher; The Iron

Lady; She of the Marilyn Monroe Hair

and the Caligula Eyes; Scourge of the Argies!

It was the conflict and the outcome of her dreams –

the opportunity to destroy

the National Union of Mineworkers,

and the Labour-voting pithead villages,

and make Britain great for greed again!

 

The comrades, the brothers and the sisters,

were too certain of the power of the rubric

of rule books, rhetorical abstractions

like ‘solidarity’ and ‘community’,

too sentimental, too innocent

to take note of the mounting stockpiles of coal

at the coking plants, and the lines of police

waiting with their horses in the woods.