She stood,
she ruled,
she rained iron
on the supposed mighty
beat them at their own game,
the spray back did not faze her
she remained firm against the gale;
her vision clear,
a nation to be proud of
working towards a goal
of people united yet independent,
earning a wage,
owning a home.
Some fell by the wayside
and still they lay the blame,
they rail at perceived injustice,
soaked in ineptitude,
they made no gain
from her golden reign
Margaret Thatcher's death
© Niamh Hill
Niamh Hill is a former accountant and primary school teacher on a career break, indulging in yoga, reading and writing.
