Illegal is a concept with which the UK’s familiar:

Genocide, Ethnic Cleansing and Theft: they all come to mind,

but our legal eagle of Human Rights is the pot

who’s deigned to call the Trumpian kettle black:

protest genocidal arms, Starmer will imprison you,

yes, the fog of war’s the friend he hides behind:

Afghanistan and Iraq were all in the plot,

now Iran, and the lie of nuclear weapons is back.

 

We Northerners though, have voted to give him the sack.

A gay Jew who’s a socialist, a lass bold as brass who’s a plumber

have helped Northern Souls to get their mojo back:

we’ve proved we can be a nation of neighbours, not “Of Strangers”,

united in hope against hate and smearing paid hacks:

we put people before profit, and hospital beds before bombs.

So, sod off, Starver, with your quotes from Rivers of Blood: 

Our flottilla of love brings to Gaza’s babies, food.

 

 

 

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé hAoine, an séú lá de mhí an Mhárta,

An Bhliain Dhá Mhíle is Fiche a sé.