The Descent Into Darkness

I

Ye who run before the fight

Who scurry away into the Night,

Like rodents in a stinking sewer

To hide, to fester, in uncontested manure.

II

Your morality is to run like dogs,

To let us be ruled by demagogues,

Who from their gleaming ivory towers,

Call the rest of us 'worthless showers'

III

And as they concoct a stinking brew

The Tory leavers let you stew

In a broth of outright racist lies,

And twisted truths of British tithes.

IV

So you sit there and ponder,

The words of these lesser men,

Whose faltering agenda

is not hard to ken.

V

Michael Gove offers us,

A vision of a golden age;

Where men can stand erect,

And earn a living wage.

VI

But do not be deceived, my friends.

For all his words are false!

He, like is fellow conspirators,

Has been bought by a nonce.

VII

Lurking in the background,

our true enemy gurns his smile,

And gloats as we buy

Into his stinking squalid bile.

VIII

That it is the 'Other' who is to blame,

The Muslim and the Black,.

The malodorous Brussels,

Full of its noisome bureaucrats.

IX

Over and over, ad-nausea

they tell us of Brussels foul odour;

As though they are somehow,

not part of that Elite order?

X

Their malicious policies have killed

Thousands of your countrymen.

But don't let their hatred of the common man,

Interrupt your corrupted ken.

XI

And now the hour closes

And that which us divides,

Was sown by amoral criminals

To gain Cameron's golden prize!

XII

These are not intellectual giants,

Nor be they men of valour.

Instead, they are dirty little whores,

And it's England they'll deflower!

XIII

Cast not away your ability

To think for yourself;

Stop listening to the coward,

The darker side of self!

XIV

You have to be better,

Than those who've sowed the seeds of hate,

who feed us all their malice

who seek a Fascist Sate.

XV

Instead awaken, look up

to an endless sky of hope,

Do not let these lesser men,

Take you for a dope.

XVI

Something wicked this way comes

And it is led by Michael Gove,

You say you want your freedom,

But he scheme's to take your trove.

XVII

He is a monstrous criminal.

A malicious force for ill.

And if you follow this evil man,

You'll find it a bitter pill.

XVIII

For they will sell off everything

that all our fathers fought for:

and the Golden Age they promise you,

is but a castle in the sky!

XIX

It's a dream of something that was once for them,

but in truth, it never was for us!

The garden of Merry old England ,

where the plebs know their place!

X

And thus they seek ever

To return us to that time,

Where the poor are made meek

And demanding equality is a crime.

XXI

Oh England do not be deceived.

By these criminal's intent.

They do not mean to serve you

And are not heaven sent.

XXII

They intend to rape you,

To impose a tyranny of their own,

And keep their beloved golden bitch,

Securely on her throne.

XXIII

It is hard to free fools,

from the chains they love.

But there is no freedom waiting

No freedom and no love.

XXIV

The other side of leaving?

It's not a golden door.

It's the death of a dream

And a dark chasm without a floor!

XXV

What fools are men,

Who swap one set of chains for another,

If you want freedom

Stand with your brother!

XXVI

But that is beyond you now,

For you've been sold the lie

That by leaving the EU

Despotism, it will die?

XXVII

Ah, do not make me laugh,

For their protestations are all false,

They are the tyrants, and we?

are the targets of their wrath.

XXVIII

Michael Gove and his ilk, they hate you.

Heed me, for these words I speak are true;

They want an England that once was,

Where its bounty is never shared with you!

XXIX

We come into this world

unknowing of the past,

Of whom and when, and where and what;

And how it came to pass,

XXX

That a privileged elite few?

raped the world, and ripped it all asunder

As they stole for themselves our collective wealth,

through war and bloody plunder!

XXXI

These men are not patriots,

They are pirates through and through;

Thieves, knaves, rapists;

And their prey my friend,

Is YOU.

XXXII

No tax levied

Ever made a Rich Man Poor:

That, my friend, is the true enemy

Knocking on your door!

XXXIII

These elitist rich boys

Tell you. "Trust me you'll all be fine."

'Give me all your power

and I'll make your money mine.'  [sotto voce]

XXXIV

They do not love you

They hate you.

Your very existence is a threat,

To their dominion and the money

That they ill begat.

XXXV

And now the dance is nearly over,

The darkness awaits.

So make your mark, and prepare yourself,

To pass, through the devils unholy gate.