Red Flag Blues

 

Through a rose tinted haze

That barely warms my heart

Comes a lukewarm reaction

That tears my beliefs apart

Nothing to vote for

No contradictory views

Politically impotent

Red flag blues

 

Insipid humility

Nothing new to say

Trading in ineffectiveness

Another grey day

Gets rid of opposition

Spectral on the news

leading blind acolytes

Red Flag Blues

 

Tory-lite and anodyne

Like battenburg and tea

Some Alan Bennett cliché

That doesn’t speak to me

Plastic conservative

In a range of soft pink hues

Socialism decimated

Red Flag Blues

 

You don’t want my type

To be rocking your boat

You only really want me

When it comes the time to vote

You’re shedding party members

Like they’re worn-out shoes

No room for dissent

Red Flag Blues

 

When the opposition party

Doesn’t offer choice

so you don’t have an option

to express your voice

All I can do

When you ask me to choose

Is to state ‘none of the above

Just Red Flag Blues’