The more I see the new face of the new old Labour Party
I wonder through the veneer of his autocued grimace if it’s all new at all.
The more I see the new face of the new old Labour Party
I wonder through the veneer of his autocued grimace if it’s all new at all.
I don’t know where these Union Jacks flags came from,
Their interdispersed patriotism
Realpolitik from a bungalow very much mundane.
We’ve exercised our partition
With a pride of divorce
We know who we are
Our diversed society resourcing our identity from selective shunning.
But again soon this pride will fade.
As will the #PostRefRacism
again we will cool complacent.