Rule Britannia
Britain.
Find an island teetered
On frightened migrants, barrels of oil,
And African diamonds.
Find a child swathed in red water,
defiled by the law of the man up top,
pockets heavy, conscience ready
to burn and claw at power
To grovel, devour
To fester in Westminster
the cries of innocents
talked around, spat on
With self-serving ambivalence
A game of blame, one upping
Teeth gleaming, posing for a press cutting.
Hard on crime they say,
With noses white
Soft on the middle class,
As they tie that noose tight
Hard on immigration,
Inflation,
Deprivation
They say,
With soft hands
When all this means
Is to defend the billionaire’s right to spend
Wealth robbed from palms of hands that cannot strike out or band together in
union for fear of becoming
the one they use
to show their
dominion
So who’s to blame? Who can we name and shame, exclaim is the one to go?
Ourselves? For filling the piggies trough by marking X next to the Conservative box?
The king of the marble palace makes the steps too high
Then blames the builders who built it
For never learning how to fly.
Because the problem isn’t aristocracy, old chum, it’s democracy,
that old commercial kernel of infernal hypocrisy.
‘Rule by the people’?
Well I guess they’ve got a point,
With Red party, Blue party we’re spoiled for choice.
Always going for one we resent the least,
Using him to prevent the ascent of the bent,
and accepting his lesser evil.
Reducing our nuance to a point in a percent,
For two parties who concentrate wealth
Making net worths of Branson and Bezos augment.
But we have a voice,
so why should we fight?
I mean after all,
This is democracy
Right?
Power is bleary eyes,
Hid behind lenses of the necessary pretences.
It’s cataracts of antipathy
clouding delusion into conviction
in relentless friction with the cries of the desperate,
Bleeding inches away from the nose,
Which with disgust they pinch and lift,
From the blue body of a boy lay floating on the drift.
Oh yes,
Rule Britannia.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Sun 22nd Jan 2023 10:53
With self-serving ambivalence
A game of blame, one upping
Teeth gleaming, posing for a press cutting.
Bravo Jake.
I've always been a Labour voter by instinct.
So when Blair first came on the scene with his teeth gleaming, I sussed him out right away.
Sad truth is, Starmer now at Davos, doesn't represent the "working classes", the nurses at foodbanks, or the cleaners in our railway stations...he's just the other cheek of the same arse which has been dumping on the UK for the past 12 years.
Try:
"Cruel Britannia, Britannia waives the rules...."
or
"Gruel Britannia, Britannia plays us fools..."
😉