William Blake (1757-1827), A Squatted Devil with Young Horns, ca. 1810.
Driving at speed in your insulated box Feeling the pressure of time, your obsession with clocks Now who are these people who get in your way? It’s those lyrca-clad pedalers out for the day.
Why do they wobble so, in and out? What are they pointing at, and why do they shout? They should stay in the gutter, where they belong The road is for you, the fast, the strong.
Let’s get even closer, let’s watch them run Much less than one metre is much more fun Press hard on that horn and watch them start Then laugh out loud, as their group falls apart.Continue reading →
Attribution: Britain Stronger in Europe Campaign poster 2016 (http://www.strongerin.co.uk)
Cameron tried to heal his Party’s split Of diverging visions of being a Brit His solution was a masterstroke Just listen when ‘the people’ spoke But ‘the people’ proved a fickle lot They didn’t do what he had thought So Cameron is now Come What May Stand-back warrior from Brexit fray Now oozing confidence that isn’t real Divorcing partners seek Sterling deal Albion leads exit from unstable boat But rebel Écosse didn’t this way vote Six Counties too declared to stay ‘Out means out’ insists Come What May So now emerges more complex plots As Come What May faces wily Scots And Spanish who reclaim their Rock Because we chose to leave their bloc New journeys launch into uncharted seas But once ‘the people’ feel the squeeze Cameron’s solution for his Party’s split Embraces ‘death or glory’ from fuse he lit.
Fake News comes the Trumpet call The faithful hear, they are in thrall Wield Fake News to smite them down For He now wears the media crown Apprentice star emits searing light Troublesome truths now burning bright Only He could fix all that was wrong For His people need a leader strong So Russian Bear now declared no thug Ursine brothers now embrace and hug.
And it’s Id and Ego who must be hired While the unbelievers must be fired Let ‘Art of the Deal’ the people inspire By spectral author not the artful liar Fake News press ‘enemy number one’ For they frustrate what must be done Fake News is what His people hears So filter messages and close their ears No briefings here for the media club He will forge his own fortress hub.
Like like some dark lord in his Tower From stormy skies He builds his power Summons lightning bolts to make a hit On all those ‘others’ who just don’t fit But yet it was He that took the prize As mainstream media cast their eyes On the actors playing by older rules Rejecting He from different schools And so Fake News plays useful part A fearsome weapon for spinner’s art.
So ‘wrong’ truths to false become recast Impervious armour against enemy blast For He knows how to ‘drain the swamp’ Assault their truths, proclaim His pomp Globalisation’s losers new Lords seek For the ‘deplorables’ see a future bleak And an ‘elite’ class sneering in contempt Until ‘deplorables’ let their anger vent Only their Apprentice star felt their pain From declining futures of excluded gain.
So new narratives found receptive ears Post-truth prescriptions to allay all fears The Fox now shaping the Trumpet notes Sound Spicy tweets to reach His votes By claiming conspiracies by the score That need rooting out from the core Defining new enemies of the State Let Him remake the country great Fake News comes the Trumpet call The faithful heard, He has the ball.
