13.5.20 Boris Isn't Winston

Not Winston

Yes, it has made its way
Here, and it's here to stay
The horrid ministrations are
Unwelcome and unkind
So, with a heavy heart
Tired, scared and pulled apart
I see the door that stands ajar
but not what sits behind.

Now, as we all review
Life, what are we to do?
The losses all around us are
So frightening and real
Stay, home and sit it out
Hold, tight as all about
Are wishing on a lucky star
Not sure of what to feel.

Cough, yes my throat is dry
Aches, some, I can't deny
And yes my chest is second best
With breathing not too great
Peace, stolen, given wings
Mind, it's on many things
I'm twisted and so much obsessed
My thinking isn't straight.

Or, is it on the mark?
Clear, in a world so dark?
Is holding on while so distressed
A pointless bitter sweet?
Warm, bodies turning cold
Lies, polished, kissed and told
A population unimpressed
With bluster and deceit.

We, see the UK fail
Lies, on a massive scale
A travesty, incompetence
And lives, so many lost
Why, are we so misled?
Spin, Tory blue not red
Delivered with indifference
To awful human cost.

Clap, for the NHS
Mad, Boris claims success
While giving no acknowledgements
That he is so to blame
Time, squandered at the start
Now, heartbreaks of the chart
Despite outrageous negligence
There is no Tory shame.

Gove, Sunak, Raab, Patel
News, briefings with a smell
Of Cummings and a dirty hand
And government conceit
Matt, Hancock shows his face
Proves, he's a waste of space
And no one seems to understand
the level of deceit.

Now, as the lock-down bites
Some, seem to think their rights
Allow them all to make a stand
And party in the street
Still, short of PPE
Staff, plead and all agree
That needless going out is banned
And yet they fear defeat.

Why, is the UK fucked?
So, many questions ducked
The testing's been an utter farce
Incompetence prevails
Now, as the virus spreads
World, leaders shake their heads
At Britain on its stupid arse
A coffin wanting nails.

Jobs, gone or on the line
Stress, levels won't decline
Who loses most? The working class
The people poorly paid
More deaths than wildest fears
Clear lies that no one hears
Integrity is so, so sparse
As Tory claims are made.

Still, Brexit rumbles on
Deal? Hope is almost gone
The UK's utter madness seems
Like suicide to me
Hell, bent on further harm
No, hint of any qualm
Without a care the PM schemes
To leave us all at sea.

Now, on the tenth of May
Proof, sense is thrown away
As Boris shares deluded dreams
Revealing all his flaws
Still, risks at every turn
Yet, with no true concern
He beckons grief and further screams
While science he ignores.

Yes, we are in a mess
No, Boris won't confess
To bringing Britain to its knees
Not leading from the front
Why, does he think he's great?
Please, someone, tell him straight
He isn't Winston Churchill, he's
A sneaky, lying cunt.


10th May 2020 ***