The Wicker Man and Whiter than Pure White

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