Thursday, 29 June 2017

Fake news

Fake news, fake news, fake news is the word since Donald first spread it,

not like his alternative facts were ever in arrears, he just said it,
and like a wildflower starts with a stubbed out cigarette,
now we come to regret printing the words of this toupéed baguette
as they ravage the world like a ram on heat savages his herd of willing sheep.

Fake news, fake news, fake news is the word since the Daily Mail spread it,
not like the left wing are impervious to it, bending over prostrate to its will,
printed one day, round the pub the next, before we know it it's locked in your head,
repeated online and the BBC headlines, through Question time poisoning innocent minds
and suddenly, we all hate the Muslims as well. It's all their fault we're going to hell.

Can't they tell? It's a plague, it's not even vague how these taglines pervade
through our sickly lack of social awareness, the unfairness never ceases to fade.
It pervades the consciousness, it encroaches each day.
Fake news, fake news, fake news.  

Friday, 9 June 2017

For the many, not the few

How much of a plank do you have to be?
The greatest tank in history,
Don't you go waltzing Matilda with me.

Authoritative to pejorative,
your entire presence is derogatory.

The holding hands makes a lot more sense
in your illusionary majority.

Like a crisp packet in a microwave,
as soon as it's pressed you cave.

But the sparks died dismayed
from the mandate that you craved.

But sickly the red flag rose aloft,
A society surely lost to toff,
As Murdoch's rag and Dacre's cape

Laid him bare upon the block.
The guillotine of spite sent down
But weary of the crock

Of shame and lies, through bloodshot eyes
The rebellion ceased to mock.
And like a phoenix, rising, from the flames, despite

The Tory-lite recalcitrant flock.
True to a cause and to himself,
To save a nation at the behest of wealth,

For the many, not for the few,
For the NHS, the state and schools.
For the right to choose, not to be fooled.