The nation was again to be great
Return to glories, no vassal state
But in fermenting their deadly drink
Numbing senses of those that think
These artisans of poison choice
Claiming to hear the people’s voice
Crafted a bitter bitter brew so bad
That the people did ask
Exactly;
How is this better than what we had?
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by Derek Morrison
Snowflakes falling on Ivory Tower
Privileged pressure exerting power
Primed for insult and outrage too
Detecting heretics from any clue
Exorcise those now deemed incorrect
Such bygone stars deserve no respect
So only safe ideas can they exchange
All falling within the comfort range
Learning only where none feels hurt
With no requirement to explore the dirt
In building silos of righteous thought
Militant intolerance has been wrought
Divergent opinions now shut down
For new Puritans to claim the crown
Proclaiming safe speech they defend
But thought-crime is the actual trend
New Hate Weeks they now opine
Defining those that crossed the line
No platforms; don’t hear them speak
Drowning message with shout and shriek
And what Trojan is this free speech zone?
This meme nursery, where weeds are sown
Establish new orthodoxy; apply the codes
Whims and affectations travel scholar’s roads.
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by Derek Morrison
Cameron tried to heal his Party’s split
Of diverging visions of being a Brit
His solution was a masterstroke
Just listen when ‘the people’ spoke
But ‘the people’ proved a fickle lot
They didn’t do what he had thought
So Cameron is now Come What May
Stand-back warrior from Brexit fray
Now oozing confidence that isn’t real
Divorcing partners seek Sterling deal
Albion leads exit from unstable boat
But rebel Écosse didn’t this way vote
Six Counties too declared to stay
‘Out means out’ insists Come What May
So now emerges more complex plots
As Come What May faces wily Scots
And Spanish who reclaim their Rock
Because we chose to leave their bloc
New journeys launch into uncharted seas
But once ‘the people’ feel the squeeze
Cameron’s solution for his Party’s split
Embraces ‘death or glory’ from fuse he lit.
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