Always here, among the mad,

the uneducated of history

who put on a uniform, a white sheet

between them and the same air breathed,

the crew cut hair do, close read this,

they have an agenda and you are not paying

attention closely enough,

they weren’t banished or defeated

when the mad moustache took his own life,

they are still here,

in the shadows, dressed as corporate,

tidy suits, pin badges

with Hi, I’m here to help, but always that agenda;

they might not march down Cable Street now