Vent your anger on people in small boats,

on long-haired gorgeous blokes, who like to wear skirts;

forget the yachts sailed by millionaire thieving scrotes,

forget who welcomed to the UK, Nazis and Blackshirts,

facts indeed are sacred, as someone said,

but only facts which the sewer chooses to reveal,

yes, no news is good news, what nearly thirty thousand dead?

targetted journalists? they’d make the blood bath too real!

so, what of the undeserving poor in far away places,

how fare they, those phosphor-bombed cenerentole,

brown folks, (not billionaires with rictus of botox-filled faces)

will you read of them, whilst sipping your café au lait?

At the top of the page, click News, then UK, Climate crisis,

Ukraine and Football, oh yes, don’t forget that big Business

profitting from murder, from hunger, from thirst and from pain, 

what a surprise! there’s no tab for Bombs, Genocide or Gaza,

thank God, there’s calls for a ceasefire from honourable Spain,

here, Christians say grace at their blood-laden tabula rasa.