No stone rolling back across front of tomb,
The land of hope has run right out of room
No resurrection allowed this time round
No angels arise above hallowed ground
These modern Neo liberal Romans
Busily launch their shiny slick showmen,
Believe they have cracked it once and for all
Tear down our leader and smile as he falls
Crucify disciples, don’t hesitate,
Nullify their love, replace with fake hate.
Spinners turn his words inside upside down
Whilst drooling sheep vie obsessed with The Crown
In another place crooks get something done
Turn taps on fully, soon the pound will run.
J C, warns like so many times before
Of rabid Etonian dogs of war.
Nobody listens, the few rule alone,
Rise quickly, we need a new rolling stone.
Harri Rogers in my red bedroom, Aberbanc 16th February 2020.