Like a lie within in a falsehood
like a con within a scam,
he spins his blatant untruths
directly live to cam.
They never end, and
have no beginning,
but they make your
head spin round.
This bottled blondes falsehoods,
turn reality all round,
making what we universally
called up, and framing it as down.
And his pet reporters gurn with him,
letting the shyster off the hook,
because truth is past irrelevant
to those who don’t give a fuck!
Zelenskyy stands,
as a fixed point for good,
representing ‘human decency’,
and ‘Ukrainian brotherhood’.
The weight of all our hopes
we see squarely on his brow,
with resistance to the tyrant
his daily waking vow.
Zelenskyy’s choice is to remain,
to stand, and not to flee.
To face Putin’s deadly challenge,
in the name of Democracy.
Meanwhile in the west,
our leaders cower in fear.
“Please don’t hurt us,” they cry,
as the Russian bear draws near.
And across the steppes
the monsters eyes,
look ever to the west.
Up next Moldova? Slovakia?
Perhaps even Bucharest?
At what point
do we Resist?
When do was say “Enough!”
When will our steel legions
challenge this powder puff?
Putin is KGB not Spetsnaz.
He’s Lloyd Fredendall,
not Iskandar.
We must stand in courage
side by side,
with Crimea’s brave Tartars.
It is not jingoism,
to say “we must stand”.
It is a practical matter of survival,
and the question is nigh at hand.
Do we go into the night,
mewling like enfeebled dogs?
Or do we resist the Tyrant
and all his Demagogues?
And if this indeed be our end,
let them at least say we fought,
against the shadow of Vladimir Putin,
and his devilish cohorts.
Hearken now my brothers,
the sands of time ran out.
The devil is at our door,
And Democracy’s lights
he will put out.
Putin calls for a ‘Purification’.
And an end to all free speech.
He murders opposition, Journalists,
and babies in their sleep.
His darkness spreads ever west,
and as our leaders sit and dither,
Ukraine heroes stand and fight;
a people he cannot wither.
So like Zelenskyy let us stand,
and resist this dark mirror from the past,
Putin’s ‘Empire of Evil’
until our moments be our last.
The ROAD TO KYIV
Across the steppes they journey,
Through war, and toil, and sweat.
They kill, they lust, they perish,
A Russian Cataphract.
On distant shores,
In cerulean skies,
The burning lust
of wanton lies,
Set the one against the other,
To murder those
they once
Called brother.
For Rape and Death
Is their legacy.
Their conscience devoid
of simple charity.
They plunder, they sin,
Never counting the cost
Of the countries they’ve killed,
Or the men that they’ve lost.
They slander, and slaughter
For pecuniary gain,
Leaving the poor to suffer
And die broken, in pain.
And the men that return
Fragile souls they have flayed,
Cry out for some succour
In their nights like a shade.
“We are damned, we are lost,
Hear us," they cry.
And the night closes in;
And the men start to die,
Once more in their dreams
The gore thick on their hands,
Of all the mother’s children they’ve killed
In Ukraine’s sun uplit lands...
Albion Has Fallen.
We here in Great Britain once aspired to intelligent leaders; today we applaud the dullard, the stupid, the criminal, the morally corrupt, the liars and mountebanks, the buffoons, the perverts, the traitors.
How did we come to this? How did we - a nation that pretty much kick started the modern world - descend so rapidly into the vacuum of spineless imbecility? We have allowed ourselves to become a nation of recreant backstabbers, a country populated by idiotic poltroons, ruled over by elitists so privileged, so assured of their pre-eminence, that they no longer even bother with truth, or indeed any form of intellectualism. Instead our leaders rely upon that most base of all human control mechanisms, they rely upon lying, openly and absurdly. And they do these things in the full knowledge that we know that they are lying - but also that we will never, not matter what evidence of their many deceits is proven, ever rise up against their appalling betrayals, their corruption, and their perversions of truth.
I have long said that “We don’t have a Government, we have a Mafia,” and I stand by that assessment. With brutal malice aforethought and, by deliberate design, these Tories have undermined the very pillars of our society. They have, in collusion with a foreign power (Russia) sought to wreck a ruin upon the social structures of Great Britain, weakening our Justice systems, denuding our once mighty economy, enfeebling our military capability, and breaking down our social unity. Any unbiased appraisal of these four areas of our human endeavour would tell you that the Tories (Russia) have succeeded beyond their wildest dreams, and that Great Britain is now laid bare.
Today - we as a people are reviled across the world, and it is not because of our leaders are overtly criminal, that their perverted dominion rots our national soul like a cancer – no - instead we are detested as a people because despite being in full knowledge of Conservative Parties treacherous and criminal behaviour, people still voted them into power, baying like mewling dogs, begging their masters for some small scraps off their table of plenty. People everywhere do not look to Great Britain and think ‘there stands a nation of intellectuals, of heroes, of even law and order,’ hell people around the world do not even fear us any longer, instead they view us as a nation populated by intellectually stunted, mewling cowards, led by the very least amongst us!
The Tories have broken Great Britain, and I fear we can no longer rise again.
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.
