Fake news wins the day I fear,
our media call it all post truth.
Nuttal finds then wipes a tear,
another creation of his youth.

Blair arrives to call it foul,
heals himself with golden thread.
Boris commits to timely scowl,
both will soon be breaking bread.

If they can argue until May,
Euro laws can call brits to duel.
Judge’s effrontery can save the day,
smith dot co left playing the fool.

Democracy becomes the only loser,
as Trump’s message begins to bite.
Putin’s got his Whitehouse bruiser,
Russian agents sleep well tonight.

And so our planet keeps on turning,
we gobble up lies like desert dust.
Grateful that no books are burning,
as we men of steel like factories rust.

Is there an end game, they should know,
elitism always seems to have a plan.
As our will melts like flakes of snow,
establishment is safe in the weakness of
man.

But worse we have the lords sleepers,
retirement home for our elder politician.
Pretending to be our gate keepers,
old farts topping up their sole invention.

I’m searching for reason but my minds
just hit the skids,
along with my chin and my trust.
I’m viewing this planet through extremely
heavy lids,
while hand in hand they go to admire,
Churchill’s bust.