Fluttering and flapping,
littering English
highways and byways,
pathetic and windblown,
ragged remains
of Union Jacks,
George crosses,
gibetted like criminals,
unceremoniously strung up
by “Working-Class Patriots”
who’re defending “British Values”,
defending our women and girls,
from Johnny Forriner,
from invaders,
from men of fighting age,
from people in boats,
who’re housed
in five-star hotels,
and given cars,
oh yes, it’s true,
‘cos Tommy Ten Names
says it’s true!
Evagoras Palikardes,
Cypriot patriot, and poet
ever since the day
he could hold a pen,
was arrested by British
occupying forces
who were, as always,
upholding “British Values”:
he, for the crime
of defending his homeland
by posessing a gun,
which could not be fired:
at 19 years of age,
he was strung up,
hanged in a prison cell,
hanged by the neck,
until he was dead.
Our long-lived,
most gracious and noble
Queen Elizabeth the Second,
couldn’t be arsed
to answer a written
last-minute request
for a stay of execution.
Long live British Values!
Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,
Dé Céadoin, an naoú lá is fiche de mhí Aibreáin,
An bhliain dhá mhíle is fiche a sé.



