YOU CAN NEVER KILL IDEAS

You can’t discuss anything that the party doesn’t want you to discuss.
You can’t discuss any decisions that say you can’t discuss what the party doesn’t want you to discuss.
How does it feel to have a non speaking part in an undergraduate student Amdram society production of 1984?
Labour party members are treated like children by the general secretary of the party.
This car crash is happening in slowmo.
It’s unreal, as if the extreme centre have forgotten the groundswell of support for Socialism when Jeremy Corbyn was first elected as party leader. The hundreds of packed public meetings, so full they had to have overflow meetings.
Where does Mandelson and his crew think all those comrades have gone?
They’re all still out there, wanting a party prepared to involve the whole membership in defeating the Tories.
These neo liberals in the PLP who failed to work for a Labour victory in not just one election, but, unforgivably, two general elections.
Twice these traitors allowed Tories back into power, snatching defeat from victory in an effort to defeat socialism.
What they fail to realise, as they cling desperately to the shrinking wreck of a Party Labour has now become, is this plain fact.
You can gag your own members, you can make false accusations, you can suspend people on spurious grounds, you can expel local volunteer executive officers, you can remove the whip from MPs but there is one thing you can’t do no matter how hard you try.
You can never kill ideas. Socialism is not one person, or a party membership, to be slaughtered on the alter of mammon.
Socialism is a belief system whose time is coming. Forward to Peace, Justice and Democracy in a Socialist Republic.

Harry Rogers, in the Yellow Room, 16th December, 2020

KAFKA’S IN THE CORNER…..

Ordered satsumas, got easy peelers,
Mandarins much sweeter than sacharine.
Watch party leaders put out their feelers,
Search too hard for political vaccine.
Wail every day about democracy,
Rule we can’t discuss the freedom of speech,
Kafka’s in the corner, he brews the tea,
Can’t tell it like it is? Ain’t that a peach?
Meanwhile the Johnsons, Sunak and the Goves,
Filch gigantic fortunes from the kitty,
Whilst daily people catch Covid in droves,
As Brexit shorters start to rook the city.
This morning sparrows gorged on our berries,
Lorries queued up on roads to the ferries……

Harry Rogers, in the Yellow Room, 12th December 2020