| Whiter than pure White.What type of
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| | Who governs us in our historic name,
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| shadow will linger when I'm gone,
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| | It is not just a game of pass the
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| What ghost of me will haunt heraldic
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| | parcel,
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| halls of fame,
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| | Now the liar has finally been shamed,
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| Ive tried my best to cover over all my
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| | If theres to be a new king of our
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| tracks,
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| | country,
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| And where impossible have spread the
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| | The lion roared with all of his might,
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| taint of blame,
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| | Then let it be put to a general
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| As my multitudes grew daily more
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| | election,
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| uneducated as I progressed,
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| | If these curs have the stomach for a
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| So now many fortunately will not read
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| | fight,
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| tales of my fall,
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| | This pack of sycophants so spineless,
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| They will however hear my faultless
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| | They allowed that craven liar Blair full
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| baritoned Songs of Praise,
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| | rein,
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| And thus be enthralled by my final
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| | Are we going to be ruled by these timid
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| curtain call,
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| | men,
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| And though Im sure they will crave an
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| | Are we all content to be subjugate
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| encore or two,
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| | again,
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| Im afraid this time I have to let them
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| | Or are we all proud to be born British,
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| all down,
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| | Proud of centuries long of fire and
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| Though they thirst for my genuflected
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| | toil,
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| Presidential wave,
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| | Proud of standing proud alone quite
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| Or merely to gaze upon my ermined
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| | often,
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| sceptre and crown,
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| | Against all those who would own our
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| Many was the voice that tried to thwart
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| | soil,
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| me,
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| | Are we then now so meek and mild,
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| But they were smeared, bullied, killed
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| | We have even lost the will to think and
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| and died,
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| | fight,
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| Or evicted without the youth to defend
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| | Are we going to sit back and merely take
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| themselves,
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| | it,
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| Or disallowed quite legal protests
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| | When we know to hell and back it isnt
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| staged outside,
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| | right.NO roared the Lion reverberating
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| Some would have me painted quite
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| | mightily,
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| deluded,
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| | We will again wield those swords our
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| But I must tell you now honestly as I
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| | bloodlines forged,
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| stand here,
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| | We will advance strong against this
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| I would gladly have gone so very long
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| | sniveling enemy,
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| ago,
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| | For the age old England and Saint
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| If my adoring public did not hold me so
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| | George,
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| dear.The shadow, Sir, is evil, blighted
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| | And force them finally to put it to the
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| with contaminating lies,
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| | vote,
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| The epitaph rings oh so hollow down
| |
| | Just tell them thats exactly how its
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| echoing old halls,
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| | going to be,
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| The ghosts are of past heroes glaring
| |
| | Maybe then this country can be run by
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| down in anger,
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| | heroes,
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| From their framed historical pictures on
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| | Maybe then we can all be free.The Wicker
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| ancient walls,
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| | Man.On an island carved from granite,
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| They see this puny actor with fresh
| |
| | Which down dark centuries provided
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| blood upon his hands,
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| | light,
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| Dripping away souls for naught where
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| | A dawn heralds a totally new monolith,
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| honour once resided,
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| | A new might born out of night,
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| They see a caricature who has achieved
| |
| | It stands powerful, tall and imposing,
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| absolutely nothing,
| |
| | Dwarfing the loftiest models ever
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| And who is yesterdays news, now
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| | planned,
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| ridiculed and derided,
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| | Seemingly indestructible and super
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| Who strives to assert authority with
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| | solid,
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| storm trooper tactics,
| |
| | Its the long prophesied Wicker Man.And
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| Pursuing new ill thought laws denying
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| | Lo, it says what all would hear,
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| human rights,
| |
| | It breathes air into all our sails,
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| And putting us all on big brother
| |
| | And no one questions its honesty,
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| intrusive databases,
| |
| | For statistically it never fails,
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| So he can swoop on you quietly in the
| |
| | No one thinks to look inside,
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| dead of night.What legacy and great feats
| |
| | For preview portents of the morrow,
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| were ever attained,
| |
| | A glimpse behind the media front,
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| Those born today will merely inherit his
| |
| | Would show the Wicker Man is really
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| wind,
| |
| | hollow.Programmed to realistically act
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| Those promises so great and visions so
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| | out his part,
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| strong,
| |
| | Chameleonesque to suit his current plot,
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| Were lost in clouds of lies, deceit and
| |
| | Never afraid to make pronouncements,
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| spin,
| |
| | Of all the gleaming goodies he has got,
|
| Big Brother now creepingly rules from
| |
| | But when he tells us hes sincere,
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| his database,
| |
| | And of all the honesty in his soul,
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| Uneducated masses being a decidedly
| |
| | We dont realise hes just a Wicker Man,
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| useful plus,
| |
| | And all thats inside is a hole.Thats why
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| Why do you think Tony did away with
| |
| | he cant tell wrong from right,
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| learning,
| |
| | Truth from fiction, pleasure from pain,
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| All the better to rule unquestioned over
| |
| | Because he hasnt got a soul or heart,
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| us.His legacy is an Emperor stripped
| |
| | Just a self deluding convenience brain,
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| naked,
| |
| | So whatever needs to be said to smooth,
|
| After years of Presidential style media
| |
| | Is intoned whilst looking straight in
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| lies,
| |
| | your eyes,
|
| No one believes a word politicians say,
| |
| | It matters not what hes telling you
|
| For too many wolves have already cried,
| |
| | sincerely,
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| No one ever heard any apology either,
| |
| | Is yet another pack of advantageous
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| For all those years they have been
| |
| | lies.Ten years later there are those that
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| betrayed,
| |
| | can see,
|
| For all the incessant talking then
| |
| | Through that multi faceted outer shell,
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| inaction,
| |
| | Perceiving theres actually no substance,
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| On all the grand promises He made,
| |
| | Beneath the polished surface of
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| So school report at end of term,
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| | farewell,
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| Reads not so well as He would pray,
| |
| | He trots out lists of achievements
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| Master Blair failed dismally in every
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| | great,
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| subject,
| |
| | From another land or another time,
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| And lied his way through every single
| |
| | To underpin his legacy and
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| day,
| |
| | Churchillianness,
|
| Tony has made severe errors of
| |
| | When all hes willed is poverty and
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| judgement,
| |
| | rising crime,
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| Whose consequences for others have been
| |
| | An NHS to die for, merely enter their
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| grave,
| |
| | doors,
|
| Yet Tony feels the need to blame others,
| |
| | An education in illiteracy, shorn of
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| When it was decisions he alone had made,
| |
| | history,
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| When Master Blair faces honest
| |
| | And decimating our troops in His illegal
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| depositions,
| |
| | wars,
|
| Or in debate is questioned on his words,
| |
| | A population frightened in its own
|
| Said opponent is invariably vilified,
| |
| | homes,
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| Or stained, discredited, killed or
| |
| | Who quietly dread the onset of feral
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| slurred,
| |
| | night,
|
| Tony could do better and try harder,
| |
| | All because they three times trusted,
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| If only there were a next term to come
| |
| | The Wicker Man would put it right.His
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| around,
| |
| | last speech was another treason,
|
| For he has sunk so very low at present,
| |
| | His master class in barefaced lies,
|
| It would be impossible not to find
| |
| | There are no lasting epitaphs,
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| higher ground.And amazingly now the great
| |
| | Glorifying Him in our eyes,
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| Lion of the public,
| |
| | All that shimmers through the gloom,
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| Ignored and silent for so long, lets out
| |
| | His tenancy has created for us all,
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| a low growl,
| |
| | Are rows of white marble headstones,
|
| Bares his teeth and gets up to his feet,
| |
| | For those He sold out most of all,
|
| And with resonating roar begins to
| |
| | For we can rebuild after Him,
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| prowl,
| |
| | Once he spontaneously combusts,
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| Who is this usurper of all we hold dear,
| |
| | But our soldiers cant reincarnate,
|
|
| |
| | To contest His abuse of trust,
|
| Who is this mouse upon the throne,
| |
| | Now the Wicker Man is abdicating,
|
| Who is this actor with nothing real
| |
| | In favour of Gordon the Smug,
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| inside,
| |
| | Will we now see through his stupidity,
|
| Who thinks we are his dog to proffer the
| |
| | Or start taking a new drug.A drug that
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| odd bone,
| |
| | created worthless pensions,
|
| We are this mighty nation forged with
| |
| | And transmuted golden surplus into debt
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| pride,
| |
| | and tax,
|
| We have history and tradition saying we
| |
| | Creating one trillion borrowed souls,
|
| can fight,
| |
| | Due to lending restraints being relaxed,
|
| We have been blind to believe all of his
| |
| | A country floated on flimsy credit
|
| lies,
| |
| | cards,
|
| But now we are going to put it right.
| |
| | And heavy remortgages to balance the
|
| We deserve to believe our vision,
| |
| | sums,
|
| We deserve education not lies,
| |
| | Record insolvencies and rising
|
| We deserve hospitals that cure us,
| |
| | unemployment,
|
| Not ones that ensure we will die,
| |
| | Is what that creates for us crumbs,
|
| We deserve to live in peace,
| |
| | While the smug Chancellor eats of cake,
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| Not cower in our homes in fear,
| |
| | And says all is fine and hes divine,
|
| Above all we deserve the truth,
| |
| | Just put your total trust in me,
|
| Yet it is only ever lies we hear.So Tony
| |
| | Now where have we heard that line.The
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| just tiptoes silently and shamefully
| |
| | Wicker Man will burn in hell,
|
| away,
| |
| | For the lies hes coldly told,
|
| Leaving absolutely nothing noteworthy in
| |
| | His cabinet will perish in purgatory,
|
| his place,
| |
| | For allowing him his hold,
|
| No everlasting Valhalla legacy of
| |
| | And this smug oaf who would follow,
|
| greatness,
| |
| | Whose maths is surely recently learned,
|
| He is too afraid now to even show his
| |
| | Should be treated as the latest pariah,
|
| face,
| |
| | Not to be trusted but to be spurned.For
|
| Dead bodies still pile up daily at his
| |
| | who are these to presume,
|
| door,
| |
| | They govern wisely over us,
|
| Intent to haunt the reason for their
| |
| | They abuse our mandate and lie,
|
| demise,
| |
| | They patronise all of our trust,
|
| Blood pouring slowly from their mouths,
| |
| | They presume we are so stupid,
|
| In an ironic parody of his ceaseless
| |
| | We can be fed fiction as if fools,
|
| streams of lies.And the king is in his
| |
| | That we need them to think for us,
|
| counting house serene,
| |
| | That we need new sets of rules,
|
| Licking his lips with anticipatorary
| |
| | To tell us all what to do,
|
| glee,
| |
| | Where to go, and how to act,
|
| Counting his chickens too fast it now
| |
| | Assuming we will just simply obey,
|
| seems,
| |
| | And believe their twisted facts,
|
| In his dreams of dominion over you and
| |
| | We are the British Lion,
|
| me,
| |
| | We deserve the truth,
|
| As the liar leaves the final
| |
| | We deserve proper education,
|
| battlefield,
| |
| | For the future of our youth,
|
| Unscathed, unlike his fallen servicemen,
| |
| | We deserve medical assistance,
|
| He who presumes automatic anointment,
| |
| | Without the fear of bugs,
|
| Would, it seems, have to think again.For
| |
| | We deserve to receive the best,
|
| the ruling of our country is not a
| |
| | And not rationing of expensive drugs,
|
| bauble,
| |
| | We deserve to live in a nation,
|
| To pass on as if meaningless and trite,
| |
| | Without millions more every year,
|
| No, there has to be the sanction of the
| |
| | Putting strains on existing services,
|
| Lion,
| |
| | For those who are already here,
|
| And there has to be a Parliamentary
| |
| | We deserve a proper General,
|
| fight,
| |
| | Who really cares for our land,
|
| If our glorious President chooses to
| |
| | Who treats us as intelligent,
|
| abdicate,
| |
| | Who carries out his plans,
|
| Because he is patently not fit to rule,
| |
| | We deserve actions not words,
|
| There should surely be a general
| |
| | We deserve honesty not spin,
|
| election,
| |
| | We deserve not a polished speaker,
|
| Not just passing on the baton to a
| |
| | But one having integrity within,
|
| fool.And the Lion roared I will be heard,
| |
| | Who tries to make us all,
|
| I want a vote of no confidence right
| |
| | One country and one mind,
|
| now,
| |
| | We need someone we can trust,
|
| And ferocious was the look in his eyes,
| |
| | Not more of the old lies,
|
| And knotted very tightly was his brow,
| |
| | We need a Churchill reborn,
|
| What insolence to think that we would,
| |
| | A pure Rolls Royce with elan,
|
| Meekly sit and watch them all decide,
| |
| | We need someone of substance,
|
| Who would now become our Prime Minister,
| |
| | Not another hollow Wicker Man.Yo Blair.
|
| And just assume it someone from their
| |
| | Emails mr-bong@blueyonder.co.uk
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| side,
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| | poems@blueyonder.co.ukI am 54. I was a
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