Is
it
our vanity
or
just inanity
driving
humanity
into
insanity?
Every
minority
grabs
at
priority,
scorning
authority.
The
wilder
sorority
seems
to hate
men.
Each
separate
community
sees
opportunity,
acts
with
impunity,
fomenting
disunity
over
again.
Those
greedy
bankers –
million
pound
bonuses –
useless
as
wankers
now
that the
onus is
“come
to
the aid of
our
country in
shtuck”.
See
what
they’re made of?
They
don’t give a fuck!
Lords
turn up
and sign
to
show that
they’ve attended
All
they do is
dine,
and
drink fine
wine.
They
go away,
come
back next
day
if
they have
condescended.
MPs
with second
houses
fiddled
their
expenses:
claimed
for
children, spouses.
Fury
this
arouses.
Have
they lost
their senses?
Should
Europe
take the blame?
No,
it’s
a home-grown game
most
British of
offences.
It’s
part
of a pattern
of
disparate
groups
who
greedily
batten
with
wild
joyful whoops
on
ways of
fiddling,
dishonestly
diddling,
and
trying to
nab
all
they can
grab.
Ethnic
minorities
must
be
respected.
Central
authority’s
now
disconnected.
Gender
dysphoria’s
thought
of as
glorious.
Children
are
taught
they
can’t be just boys.
Gender
is
fraught
with
all sorts
of noise.
Münchhausen’s
by proxy
turns
lad into
doxy,
and
this
eccentricity
wins
mums
publicity.
The
aim of the
game
is
five minutes
fame.
Is
it our vanity
or
just inanity
driving
humanity
into
insanity?
Stiff
upper lip
was
once our
pride’
now
any quip
causes
tears to
slide
right
down our
cheeks
in
wild emotion
and
simply
freaks
us.
At
the notion
we
weep an
ocean.
It
started, I
think,
with
princess
Diana,
whose
every
blink
became
a bright
banner.
She
had the
technique
of
using the
press
to
show herself
weak,
a
victim, no
less,
so
when she died
the
nation
cried:
a
wave of
feeling,
emotional
tears,
which
knew no
healing
for
years and
years.
Giving
way to
their emotion
and
abandoning
their reason,
in
an access of
devotion
they
would even
think of treason.
They’d
stir up a revolution,
overthrow
the
constitution,
all
for some
imagined slight.
They’d
assassinate the Queen,
even
though
she’s always been
a
shining
beacon for what’s right.
This
I fear is
how it started,
emotion
overthrowing thought,
all
for
feeling, sense departed,
and
a situation
fraught
with
peril for
our future being,
as
with Brexit
we are seeing.
Everything
is
blamed on Brussels
as
the ERG now
hustles
us
towards the
cracks of doom
There
is poison
in the papers
and
intoxicating vapours
hide
the truth
behind a dark deceitful gloom.
The
source of
our prosperity
they
blame for
harsh austerity,
as
they bustle
us towards a pauper’s tomb.
Thanks
to the
Yanks
whose
American
banks
lent
mortgages
out
with
no shadow
of doubt,
in
great
unconcern,
and
greed for
return,
to
poor folk
whom they
found
unable to
pay,
then
parcelled
it up
to
be
unrecognisable,
sold
Europe a
pup
that
was really
quite sizable,
sent
us into
debt
and
our banks
in decline,
playing
Russian
roulette
that
they
didn’t confine
to
cash of
their own,
but
what was on
loan
both
of yours
and of mine,
our
economy spun
into
deepest
recession.
Together
we won
and
avoided
depression.
Depression
was
beaten
by
co-operation.
There’s
no way to sweeten
effects
on our
nation:
years
of
austerity –
but
insincerity
blamed
the EU,
lies
of the
press,
as
Nazi blamed
Jew,
for
the
press’s success
was
to make up
a foe
and
let
everyone know
that
he is to
blame
for
everything
wrong.
It’s
the
old fascist game,
the
old Nazi
song.
This
time it
was sales
inspired
these
false tales.
In
globalisation
there’s
no single nation
can
hope
to
cope
We
need the
formation
of
co-operation,
or
peace
will
cease.
It
would have
been harder
restocking
our
larder
if
not in a bloc
withstanding
the shock.
Co-operation
and free trade,
that’s
how human wealth is made.
We’re
leaders in science,
but
in its
appliance
we
have to
resign,
though
not by
design.
Although
it is
lauded,
we
cannot
afford it.
Blue
Streak and
Black Knight
were
ready for
flight
to
be first
into space.
We
abandoned
the race.
While
the plan
was accorded
the
highest of
praise,
and
space was a
craze,
we
couldn’t afford it.
Our
jump-jet,
the Harrier
might
break the barrier,
greatly
superior
to
every plane,
but
it went
down the drain.
We
bought an
inferior
USA
jet.
That’s
what we get.
No
matter how
lauded,
we
couldn’t afford it.
Projects
now
are very large.
No
single
country can take charge
except
the very
greatest powers.
That
designation can’t be ours.
Yet
in Europe
we achieve
more
than we
ever could believe.
Progress
made
in every field.
Prosperity
will
be the yield,
till
Brexit
wrecks
it.
If
we leave the
Union now
banks
will take
their cash away,
making
profits
anyhow,
while
we get
poorer day by day.
Motor
manufacturing
will
leave our
shores for better climes
to
keep their
place within the ring
of
Europe,
while for us hard times
will
then
expand throughout the land.
If
only SHE
would understand!
Isn’t
it
sinister
that
a Prime
Minister
couldn’t
care less
in
what sort of
mess
she
leaves this
poor land
as
long as her
band
of
Tories keep
power,
and
hour by hour
approaches
the
cliff
over
which we
plunge if
we
leave with
no deal?
Will
our wounds
ever heal?
Do
you think
these fascist Tories
with
imaginary
glories,
living
high
upon the hog,
like
Boris and
Rees-Mogg,
care
in the
very least
if
you’re
living or deceased?
They
promised
you a Wonderland,
Nissan
would
stay in Sunderland,
they’re
taking you to Blunderland
to
feed their
own ambition.,
and
when in
misery you lie
and
ask these
politicians why,
they’ll
hope you hurry up and die,
for
they
won’t feel contrition.
A
cloud-cuckoo
land,
falsely
called
glorious:
“They’ll
understand
our
voices
uproarious,
and
what
we demand,
so
we’ll
be victorious.”
That’s
what they all tell
you
and
it’s all lies.
They’ll
lead you to Hell.
Oh,
what a
surprise!
They
say
it’s democracy
to
deny you a
say,
but
it’s
purest hypocrisy
to
ensure them
their way.
They
won’t give you a vote
in
case you
vote stay.
You’re
held by the throat
to
make you
obey.
They’re
totalitarians,
and
when
they’ve got
you
they
won’t care a jot
if
you die in
the gutter,
but
don’t
you dare mutter:
they’re
disciplinarians.
Would
you trust
the ERG,
which
promises
to make you free?
You’re
free to starve, I think you’ll find
if
you should
trust men of that kind.
If
mass
unemployment
gives
you
enjoyment,
then
go with
them, do.
When
prices are
soaring,
misfortune
is
pouring
it’ll
pour on you too
and
you’ll be wet through.
Those
bully-boys on College Green,
harassing
MPs,
they
are the
ones who’ve always been
the
agents of
all these
politicians
who
intend
to
use the
right to vote,
to
get in
power, achieve their end,
and
then they
will demote
elections
and
the people’s voice
to
mean you
only have one choice:
to
signify
assent
and
say you are
content.
The
bully boys
who beat up Poles
for
not being
what they choose,
are
those same
louts in Nazi roles
who
used to
beat up Jews,
They’re
the ones, the fascist thugs,
who
think
they’re always right,
and
those who
disagree are bugs
who
should be
squashed with might.
Their
aims have
burst forth from the box,
they
are the
ones who killed Jo Cox.
Does
hope still
linger? Can we find it
before
into the
dust they grind it?
No
hope from
Labour.
No
noble knight
to
bring his
sabre
to
the fight,
for
Corbyn sits
upon
the fence,
hopes
Tory
splits
will
drive May
hence.
His
constant
shout
is
‘Drive
her out!’
His
selection:
an
election.
Thanks
to
Corbyn and May
we’re
enmired in soft clay.
Thanks
to Boris
and Mogg
we’re
enmired in a bog.
Don’t
take as your Bible
allegiance
tribal.
Let
disaffection
at
an election
rule
the day.
Don’t
let
them stay!
Get
rid of them
and
vote LibDem!
The
referendum
was supposed to be
advisory,
so
disaffected
people, undeterred,
could
cast
absurd
votes
to show
their deep dissatisfaction
with
every
action
the
Government
had taken over years,
with
no great
fears
their
vote
would make the slightest difference.
It
made no sense
to
leave the
bloc that guaranteed prosperity
for
long
austerity.
If
there had
been a vote that was decisive,
and
not
divisive,
we
could excuse
the headlong rush to leave
and
all believe
the
people all
had spoken with one voice
and
made their
choice,
but
one third
of the people voted ‘out’,
that
was no
rout,
for
one third
also voted to remain,
one
third:
abstain,
so
that result
the Right thought Heaven-sent
was
two percent
of
those
throughout the land who had a vote –
no
room to
gloat!
That’s
two reasons why
we
should leave
high and dry
that
vote, put
it aside.
The
first: it
was advisory,
so
many wild
derisory
votes
came in a
tide.
The
second: it
was narrow,
scarce
wider
than an arrow.
There
is third: that as a guide
the
Brexiteers
lied.
Money
for the
NHS?
A
lie! A
lie! A lie!
The
NHS is in a
mess,
and
I will tell
you why.
Doctors
from
Germany, nurses from Spain,
cleaners
from
Poland, who’d like to remain,
are
sent away
in
blank dismay
by
the stain
of
that black
day.
They
said Turks
by the millions
would
seize our
sweet pavilions,
from
cellar to
dome,
make
England
their home.
That
simply
isn’t true:
they’re
not in the EU.
No
matter how
the US may insist
they
join, they
never can
while
ruled by
such a man as Erdogan,
so
Europe will
resist.
The
makers of
motors, they tell you, will stay
in
Britain
forever, forever
they
say’
but
Nissan is
going and Honda as well,
and
even the
Mini. They’ve sounded its knell.
For
Brexit
supporters it may be a shock,
but
we
haven’t the clout if we’re out of the bloc.
If,
however,
they’re overjoyed
at
seeing
millions unemployed,
indebted
to the
hand that feeds
benefits
to
meet the needs
of
people who
don’t have a job,
who’ll
doff their caps to any nob
who
holds the
purse strings of the state
and
governs
then these people’s fate,
who
governs
then this nation’s rump,
well
then of
course it’s right to dump
the
source of
our prosperity
and
embrace
austerity.
To
the good old
days they’ll take us back,
perhaps
to 1940,
when
Britain
stood up to attack,
repulsing
every
sortie.
Backs
to the
wall, chaps, backs to the wall!
We’ll
beat off the Hun
with
cudgel and
gun.
We’ll
be
best of them all,
and
won’t
it be fun?
If
we
don’t fall.
Well,
those are
the lies
that
they used
to disguise
what
really is
quite a disaster,
so
now I advise
that
you open
your eyes
and
don’t
let the Fascist be master.
There’s
yet another reason why
that
poll
should be left high and dry:
the
Electoral
Commission
has
rules to
keep elections fair.
Leave
failed to
keep a main condition,
as
we all are
now aware.
They
obtained
illegal data,
as
we
discovered somewhat later,
used
that to
target disaffected
voters
in a
well-connected
and
illegitimate campaign,
persuading
them
that right as rain
our
land would
be if only we
from
Europe’s laws could be set free.
Their
little
game was always blame
Europe.
Thus they gained their aim.
Fictional
dirt,
the Brexiteers flung it.
Votes
of
inadequate people then swung it.
The
Government
should take a hand,
tell
us that
this poll is banned
as
null and
void, but they won’t dare.
They
fear the
right. They must beware.
The
fascist
right
now
rules by
might.
We
must obey
whate’er
they say,
for
they
control Teresa May.
How
Putin must
be chuckling
to
see our
country buckling,
to
see the
fragmentation
of
our nation
must
fill him
with elation.
Is
it our vanity
or
just inanity
driving
humanity
into
insanity?
Every
minority
grabs
at
priority,
Each
separate
community
sees
opportunity,
brings
fragmentation
into
our nation
Every
minority
grabs
opportunity
seizing
priority
acts
with
impunity,
scorning
authority,
causing
disunity,
brings
about
strife
with
the gun
and the knife.
Haven’t
you seen
that
we have
all been
this
way before,
leading
to war?
We
race into
madness,
our
hearts
filled with gladness
when
we should
feel sadness
at
all we have
lost,
for
what is the
cost?
Of
pounds we
lose billions,
then
harmless
civilians
may
die in
their millions,
for
madness
before
has
led into
war.
Is
it our vanity
or
just inanity
driving
humanity
into
insanity?
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