Eurovision

Which includes  Australia 

A Pastiche of mainly crap

Sung by earnest singers some are thin and some are fat 

Every one rooting for someone 

 Mainly  of course for their own

Whipping all of us into a frenzy

Of the cultural unknown 

 

Liverpool , presented the world

A clean arty centre , 

Of playtime, Beatles, Cool Britannia

And now a Ukrainian mentor 

But like towns in the world today that trumpet cultural roots

The past is near, and dark and hard

And run by men in boots

 

100 years not far away

a gateway to the Empire

A baptism of fire

The land of milk and honey 

for those in pursuit of money

But land on the promised shores

With nothing in your hand

And us kind colonial Brits will grind you into the land

Your sweat and blood emitted through toil

Will become part of the soil

We’ll teach you to respect the King, 

you’ll be lucky to see next spring

Like flies round a honey pot, you’ll die in droves as that’s your lot

 

So cool. Britannia, rule Britannia, as we trundle on in hope

 While most cannot cope

The richness of the country plundered from the globe

Thrown away on grandeur , on false robes

The legacy lives on but hopefully  now a distant past

The Empirical mantle will fall away at last 

Don’t shut the door , or put up the walls

But open arms and open hearts 

Together with our open minds

Can lead the way to save mankind.

 

So Liverpool now raise your voice 

Join hands in song , (you have a choice)!

The world does not now tolerate 

an empire or expanding state 

Including us , historically dire ,forging lands in slaughter and fire 

And tell Ukraine ,we’re at your side 

in those words we can confide 

And Russia you can fuck off home 

Because my friends 

You’ll never walk alone.

 

18/05/2023