“We won,” they cried, with their forty-three per cent

And we all soon realised what it meant.

Eighty seats ahead

An opposition put to bed.

A new era of dominance

And public school prominence.

 

In Parliament all is lost

We just have to count the cost.

Tory cheers for every measure

That assaults the life we treasure.

Tory jeers for every mention

Of errors brought to their attention

Tory sneers at any suggestion

That calls their leader into question.

 

A leader who delights in games

And loves to trade in calling names.

Who behaves as though he’s still at school

Where schoolboy jokes are just the rule

He sees himself as quite imperious,

Churchillian in status and in style,

But, friends, he can’t be serious

When his ways remain so puerile.

 

This is a time in which disruption

Excuses all kinds of vile corruption.

A time for telling lies;

Who cares if honesty dies?

A time for the rich and fortunate

To call the poor importunate.

 

What we still call democracy

And urge upon others

Is now just autocracy

And not a soul bothers.

Why should we object or call a meeting?

We’re world-leading, world class and world-beating!

 

September 2021