Teargas billows on Paris boulevards,
Whilst Wes Streeting shoots nurses down in flames,
This dough boy politician thinks he’s hard,
In his delusional leadership games.
His traitorous faux show, all wind and piss,
Where he kicks strikers in struggle and strife,
Reminds us how Kinnock stiffed the miners,
In studios with state journos from hell.
How often do we forget sacrifice,
Working lives pushed beyond call of duty.
This little speck of anti social shite
Leaves me raging cold whilst my anger fumes.
His rotten extreme centrist rhetoric
Shows us that he’s another Quisling prick.
Harry Rogers in the Stone House, Baltimore, West Cork 17thApril 2023