And will those Boots in this dark time,

Trample on England’s human rights:

And will The Many be downtrodden,

Or will they Tyranny put to flight?

Now must The People show a spine,

And not submit to a thousand ills!

Let a Thousand Souls fill Parliament Square,

Defiantly facing Tyranny’s chills!

Bring with you Courage burning bold:

Bring thirst for Justice, your d...

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Those plastic patriots in town,

Put the Cross of Saint George upside down:

Top from bottom’s a puzzle,

Those clowns’ brains are frazzled,

Tommy Ten Names, their king, wears the crown.

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé Luain, an chéad lá de mhí Mheán Fómhair,

dhá mhíle agus cúig is fiche (1st September 2025)

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And did Old England once, play by the rules,

That nation of shopkeepers, honest folk,

Who shunned smooth-talking charlatans and fools?

Once, solidarity broke the tyrants’ yolk,

When Yeomens’ sabres slashed at Peterloo,

When Murder wore the Mask of Anarchy,

When on Cable Street, at the Workers’ Waterloo,

The Blackshirts’ arrogance met with Unity.

Th...

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Oh, to be a Lioness,

Examples to each English lass,

At last, that Victory is theirs,

True pride, they’ve brought to England

Away with mediocrity,

Our guiding, shining stars,

With courage in adversity,

Have seized the day and won the game,

No.18 shirt, C. Kelly for P.M💖

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My mother had a habit, when times were bad, for example when dad had lost his job, of uttering the phrase: “God is good!”, an expression of her Christian faith and hope. The expression: “Thank God for that!”, is an everyday one of gratitude, as of course is “goodbye”, derived from “God be with you”; a similarly used Arabic phrase forms the title of my sonnet.

My republican instincts lead me to ...

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…and did those boots in World War time,

Stamp around England’s pleasant land:

And were those Blackshirt fascist sods,

From Cable Street off-seen!

Never did we countenance a time,

When journalists would see th’ Old Bill!

At dawn, a-knocking on their doors,

For telling truth, with fear instilled!

We must not cease Evil to Fight,,

Nor must my pen sleep in my hand...

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