“Were you and Mr. Corbyn friends, Mr. Starmer?”

Optimistically asked a truth-seeking reporter:

but the North Wind it blew, so he huffed and he puffed,

and the South Wind it blew, as he thought it all through,

then the East Wind it blew, yes, that question was tough,

then the West Wind it blew; that decided the truth:

“Yes, of course we were”, croaked he with a cough.

Again, later, they asked: “Were you and he friends?”

and the North Wind it blew, but he needed the votes,    

then the South Wind it blew, and he feared polling trends,

then the East Wind it blew, so now Socialists are scrotes,

then the West Wind it blew, yes, his means fit his ends:

“No, never, well, hardly ever: I stand with Labour Together,

 to that Genocide Lobby I owe a few favours.”

He said the Iran war is illegal, immoral,

but the North Wind does blow, innocent blood it must flow,

the weather-vane’s spinning, he’s scraping the barrel,

the South Wind it blows, now anything goes

for the Tool-Maker’s son and the Barrel-Maker’s daughter.

the East Wind it blows the flames wider and wilder,

Ethnic Cleansing’s ok, bombing schools, infant slaughter,

the West Wind it blows, Britain’s waters are shittier.   

To the Genocide Lobby, we owe a few favours.

So: “Fuck Britain’s poor, and fuck being their saviour”.

 

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé Céadaoin, an t-aonú lá déag de mhí an Mhárta,

An Bhliain Dhá Mhíle is Fiche a sé.