Corbyn 

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. 

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L’inconnu 

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.