In 1921, thirty Labour Councillors in Poplar went to prison to protest at an unfair rating system that penalised poor boroughs. They eventually won their fight. Here are the parting messages from the Councillors (well, most of them, anyway) as printed in the Daily Herald on 1st September 1921, the date that arrests began.
Stuff about the city where I live!
(Swearing appropriate to the tone of the verse)
Why the fuck did you nick my bike?
What have I ever done to you?
Since Eighteen Ninety
In all of its finery
Stood Gibbons the furniture sellers
London’s last such attraction
With cash-only transaction
Until plastic caught up with the fellas
They eventually gave in
To modernity’s whim
With a sign saying ‘We accept Visa’
Through bombings and raids
Gibbons still stayed
Hackney’s very own Tower of Pisa
Rhyming in support of cinema workers fighting for a living wage, better working conditions and union recognition.
Don't give up your seat
For someone who needs it more
Pretend you're asleep
Organised and believed in
Janine will speak as part of a deputation to Hackeny's Health and Wellbeing board, explaining the need for better services (or any services!) for autistic adults in Hackney, and the importance of genuine democratic input from autistic people.
Has bang on five syllables
Deserves a haiku