For Farage

This poem was written in 2016.

For Farage

‘We’ve Got Our Country Back!’ he cries


Holding high her partly-severed head


‘We’ve Got Our Country Back!’ as Britain lies


Gasping, dying, very nearly dead


And as we rush to lay our hands


Upon her bleeding sides


And weep to see her open wounds


And pray that she survives


He dances on her almost-corpse


And tells his stupid lies


‘We’ve Got Our Country Back!’

Know this - if Britain dies

You may not speak her name

You may not eulogize

We love our country too

We love our country more than you

Who picked her scabby places sore

And tore her limbs apart

We love her canny thinking

And we love her open heart

We love our country true

We love our country best

So we will lay our roses on her mutilated breast

And we stand in silence as we watch the hearse arrive

It is because we love her

That we wanted her alive