A syndrome has run rife through New Labour,
Love for a centrist TINA hijacker
Who has painted them into a corner
Where he injects bile against left comrades,
Into veins of all loyal supporters.
With his vapid anti strike rhetoric,
Top down control of what to think and say,
With four precise folded butcher’s aprons
Now time to plunge daggers further into
Space between shoulder blades of last leader.
Sycophantic journalists cream their ink,
Lies flow steadily across Rubicon.
When they lie they make sure it’s a big one,
Tell It over and over until it’s true……

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom 20th February 2023