Reflections on Local Election Day 2014
Mondeo Man’s become a Kipper
Essex Man, his brother, has too.
Farage’s mouth opens wide enough
To swallow a London bus, he’d like to
You know it, his scary Goebbels said
We Londoners are too well-educated
And cultured to vote for them
I only hope so.
From Bangladesh to Brick Lane
From the Ganges to Tooting Beck
From Nairobi to East Cheam
Hands are joined.
Kaiser Cameron has a hunted look
And orders a doubling of border patrols.
IDS slavers, a Heydrich-in-the-making,
Clegg plans five more years as deputy Fuhrer
Practising Sieg Heil in his bedroom,
The least Farage would expect.
North against South but with
London holding out. A chill runs
Through Eastern Europe, the Slavs
Remember the Camps, the Poles the Ghetto.
Ed’s brow is furrowed, the Fabians suggest
A sharp left turn, Blairites a righter.
The editors of The Mail and The Express
Order the files of Der Sturmer translated,
Making ‘Jew’ into ‘scrounger’.
Sanctions on the disabled who cannot
Goose-step fast enough are planned.
Farage fears a failed bier-kellar putsch
And phones Le Pen for advice. Germ Warfare
Against the unemployed merits a glance.
Farage arranges a secret meeting with
Greece’s Battalion of the Golden Dawn,
Dreaming a second Kristallnicht.
Auden’s ghost follows Hamlet’s father
Across the ramparts but who is Hamlet
And who can divide the sea?
Barry Tebb © 2014