Illegal is a concept with which the UK’s familiar:
Genocide, Ethnic Cleansing and Theft: they all come to mind,
but our legal eagle of Human Rights is the pot
who’s deigned to call the Trumpian kettle black:
protest genocidal arms, Starmer will imprison you,
yes, the fog of war’s the friend he hides behind:
Afghanistan and Iraq were all in the plot,
now Iran, and the lie of nuclear weapons is back.
We Northerners though, have voted to give him the sack.
A gay Jew who’s a socialist, a lass bold as brass who’s a plumber
have helped Northern Souls to get their mojo back:
we’ve proved we can be a nation of neighbours, not “Of Strangers”,
united in hope against hate and smearing paid hacks:
we put people before profit, and hospital beds before bombs.
So, sod off, Starver, with your quotes from Rivers of Blood:
Our flottilla of love brings to Gaza’s babies, food.
Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,
Dé hAoine, an séú lá de mhí an Mhárta,
An Bhliain Dhá Mhíle is Fiche a sé.
