The carnival of lies
“You needn’t worry,”
Said Mr Heath in ’72,
“You’ll be as British
As you ever were!”
And smiled through his lie.
“The British people,”
Tromboned Mr Wilson in ’75
“Must choose” –
But only on our terms
Said the creatures in the shadows.
“It’s only a market –
And markets are good!”
Said Mrs Thatcher in ’85,
Seduced by a word.
Mr Heath grinned.
“Subsidiarity means,”
Said Mr Major in ’92,
“We may still do some things
We’ve always done. It’s a triumph!”
Mr Heath laughed out loud.
“We’re winning the battle,”
Chanted Douglas Hurd in ’95
“Things are moving our way.”
Sir Edward lay replete
With his long betrayal.
“We’re at the heart of Europe”
“Thinbgs are going our way”
Trilled Tony Blair
And the whole of Europe laughed
As it closer sheared the sheep.
We’ll give you a referendum
Said Cameron and Clegg
If Britain has not been sold again
Before we get to number 10
As Brown scurried to his treason.
I’ve used our veto brags Cameron
And Europe drops the veil
Of democratic pretence
And functionaries devour
The elected.
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And the liberal said
And the liberal said,
With a moron’s profundity,
All men are the same.
How strange that they
Should fight in our new world.
And the liberal said:
How ridiculous,
This is the twentieth century!
But the mass of men acted
As they always had.
And the liberal said:
This is mediaeval,
Reason will prevail.
But the mass of men shouted reason down,
As they always had.
And the liberal said:
It’s only a matter of time,
Of men being shown the way.
But the mass of men refused to sit
On one legged ideological stools.
And the liberal said:
Just a little more time
Or another way.
But the mass of men refused to be
Bound in the ways of reason.
And the liberal said:
We know best, man can evolve,
Nurture is all.
But the mass of men still moved
In predestined genetic ways.
And the liberal said:
We need more money,
It’s just a matter of education.
But the mass of men heard their words
And thought them empty vanity.
And the liberal said (privately):
How infuriating!
What lesser men are these!
But the mass of men refused
To see their fault.
And the liberal said:
These are but children,
Give them time to learn.
But the mass of men rose up
And no longer let the moments pass.
And the mass of men said:
What a thing is freedom!
How painful, so burdensome a state!
And oppressed the liberal
As he had oppressed them.
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The internationalists
Men who do not understand
What is beyond
The satisfaction of plodding reason
And mundane wants and needs;
Men who do not see
That a land is more than
Rocks and rivers, trees
And fields or the
Atom called a man,
But a myth of oneness
Which a people has,
Where rich and poor
Live half separated lives
Yet still believe
Themselves a part
Of something greater
Than a vulgar mass of
Coldly counted men.
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Heresy
A man says forbidden things,
Then another and change
Filters through single
Grains of courage.
What was blasphemy
Becomes the commonplace,
And men are as lions
Who once would have lighted
The way to ignorance
With the tallow
Of their thoughts,
Sent heavenwards
By stinking faggots,
Damp with hate and fear,
To leave an ash
Of unrequited curiosity,
Which like the phoenix
Is never truly killed.
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Cumulo-nimbus
Twenty twenty one
And the pogroms come
Because no Public One
Would heed the thrum
Of Nature’s drum
Saying ever on
Before each one
The tribe must come.
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Too late, too late!
Bend your mind towards the wind,
All around is heard the whisper –
Our rulers are effete
And none new to be found.
Soon the world will shake
Before never altered truths
Of blood and land
Which hide behind
The scapegrace clothes
Of selfish fools
Who mewl upon an idea
Thinking wishing is reality.
Living In A Madhouse 