Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

The Promised Land

by Mark McGuire

We wrap ourselves in a Union flag
Imprisoned by island mentality
Captured by misplaced loyalty
And yet, we still look for reasons to brag
Brag, because half the land is desolate
And commercial gangsters influence greed
Encourage consumption where there’s no need
Poverty equals crime for the desperate
The world is a mirror of Britannia
A shameful image of self destruction
As we’re sucked in by stealth seduction
We are mugs, and we’re still no happier
Take me to the grass no longer green
The Promised Land – A hopers dream

Added: 22.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


Lack of punctuation for effect. Every line ran into another. Poet's prejudice dominates at the expense of the poem.