Thursday, May 06, 2021

Socialist Sonnet No. 32

 Political Colours


The Red wall fell, whatever shall folk do?

And yet, although the seats were rearranged

The voters soon found out nothing had changed,

Even if the language was somewhat Blue.

Perhaps a Liberal wash of yellow might

Lighten prospects, or prove a washout.

Whatever the colour, there’s surely no doubt

Without a real change the future’s not bright.

The Greens promise a profound schism

With the old order, a radical stance,

But then succumb to a Scottish romance

Of populist, petty nationalism.


For workers to wrest the world from their bosses,

It’ll take more than swapping ballot box crosses.


D. A.

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