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Today’s poem has not appeared on the blog since 2008. Given the results of the latest European summit during which President Sarkozy of France and Chancellor Merkel of Germany appear to have succeeded in marginalising Britain from the rest of Europe, at least in the short term, its title may seem appropriate.
It is important that Britain should not be sidelined while fiscal discussions on the survival of the Eurozone take place. It is all very well for Sarkozy, Merkel and other countries to argue that Britain cannot have its cake and eat it, but they are glad enough of our huge monetary as well as political contribution to the EEC which, as I understand it, will continue anyway.
The Eurozone is a mess, and that isn’t Britain’s fault. David Cameron’s demands to protect the City of London from those who are to blame were not unreasonable. If ever the Politics of Cain was given its head, it appears to be now.
I love Europe, but cannot say the same for its various Governments. Mind you, I am not a political animal, and that often goes for my own Government too. My support for David Cameron in this instance is not an endorsement for British politics as a whole.
As far as I can see, there is not one giant on the British political scene to whom the electorate can point and say, ‘Yes! That person has my vote (regardless of their Party) because I feel I can trust him or her and they know what they are doing,’
The Germans are fortunate to have Chancellor Merkel at the helm; I may not agree with her, but she has a strong sense of political direction and integrity, and sticks to her guns. It is also clear that she is one of the few European leaders who has not only her country's best interests at heart in resolving the present crisis in Europe, but Europe's too. The rest rely (far) too much on rhetoric.
I admire Angela Merkel, while I cannot say the same for the leaders of France and Italy. As for the rest, especially Greece, well...Enough said.
And is the rest of the world in any position to judge?
THE USUAL
SUSPECTS
Chains dragging on hands and feet,
shabby grey vines under a three-line whip
demanding satisfaction in the best
interests of the nation, a well-paid-for
education
Casualties of demonstrations against
the best intentions of well-heeled maestros
better schooled (indeed) to take a lead
ostensibly for a common good, knocking
on wood
Let the punishment fit the crime
else a whiff of success rushing to the head,
wins a prime TV slot, makes capital
out of it (if but a reprieve) while shooting
up the stock market
Gold stars for a job well done and liberties
taken, whistle blowers exposed, co-operation
(the key, surely?) sparing us anarchy
and mass destruction while not forgetting
indigenous reparation
Call out the dogs, round up any strays,
keep a weather eye on rebels for ‘los’t causes
lest they get it right, turn one-to-one
into three times three as well as re-inventing
our ABC
Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2011
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears
in The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books,
2004.]