Gunboat Diplomacy
As project fear becomes reality
Threatening our neighbours with gunboat diplomacy.
Cameron and Osborne were quick to flee
Leaving us in the wreckage of what might be.
If this carries on we’ll be
Storming the beaches of Normandy.
Brainwashing from the Express and the Mail
Feeding us lies from nationalist hell.
All gobbled up without fail
By a bunch of people who can’t read too well.
Leading us off the rail
To cooperation’s death-knell.
You can forget collaboration
We’re on our own
Bought it on ourselves
As we start to moan.
As the prices rise
Have to take out a loan.
As the jobs evaporate
You’ll give out a groan.
‘Can’t get much worse’ I heard you say.
Think about that on your next pay day.
In zero hours heaven, no time to play.
While the millionaires are all making hay,
For you the skies only look grey.
So grit your teeth – it’s time to pay.
The Eton boys are running this show
Voted in with a Ho Ho Ho.
Taking back control to the status quo
So the rich get richer, the poor take the blow.
Building a country with a lot less dough.
For all us suckers it’s a world of woe.
Opher – 23.12.2020
War, war war. That’s the way it’s always been. Competition instead of collaboration.
A strong trading partnerships producing bonds leading to the longest period of peace.
The Anglo-Saxons, emanating from Germany, with blood of the French Normans, the Italian Romans, and the Nordic Vikings creating a mongrel race called the British. Persuaded that they would be better off being apart.
Wealthy nationalists, who made a killing out of leaving, leading us.
To leave the benefits of Europe for the isolation of uncertainty.