So you say you will stay.
I have already left.
Don’t tell me again of
The only game in town.
I have seen it before,
Felt the cold hand of grief,
That wither of disdain,
Sunken dreams in defeat,
Bold ideas trashed away.
We are left socialists,
They do not like us,
They do not want us,
They don’t respect us,
They won’t work with us,
They can’t abide us,
They don’t deserve us.
So stay if you want to,
Bow to new leader cult,
I cannot stomach this,
Beneath mass union jacks,
To garner red wall votes
That don’t really exist,
Spad statements from London,
Ersatz in the extreme,
That shout out Britain first
Will fool nobody now.
Is this what Jo died for?
I shan’t come back again,
One has to draw the line,
And this is the somewhere.

Harry Rogers, in the Yellow room, 25th September 2020.