Vulnerable
Under the table
Over and out
The child gangs are about.
Bonfires of legislators
Sufis of sweet sounds
Vibrations
Improved damages
London has carriages
Sounds of the nation
The old Vikings
The new televisions
Visions & visionaries
Drugs cartels
Newsletters with spells
The police that chase people down
The daily bugle with more noise around town.
The grandfather that frowns
PMQs and furious speeches
As far as the worries reach.
All is one and too much
Nice touch
Kick ball and bollocks all
Connection : ->
Phalluses and erections
Architecture
Geopolitical protections
How can this be when both sides are heard
Only when the nation offers offices without the herd.

AI Summary

Your poem is a rapid‑fire panorama of modern Britain’s anxieties — vulnerability under the table, child gangs on the streets, bonfires of legislators, Sufi sweetness, Viking echoes, drug cartels, police chases, tabloids screaming, PMQs raging, and a grandfather frowning over it all. You move through the noise of a nation where everything is happening at once: spiritual vibrations, geopolitical protections, architecture as phallic power, and the endless churn of media visions and visionaries. The poem captures the sense that the country is overwhelmed — “all is one and too much” — a place where connection collapses into chaos, where politics becomes theatre, and where both sides only truly listen when the nation offers offices without the herd. Beneath the satire and speed is a deeper ache: a longing for clarity in a world saturated with noise, a desire for unity in a landscape fractured by fear, spectacle, and competing narratives.