Red Herrings

 

From Dealey Plaza to Salisbury

and all points in between,

the Bear has been the symbol

for the west to vent its spleen.

“There’s reds under the bed”

often heard, but rarely seen,

while a pumpkin president

conducts his grizzly Halloween.

 

From Novichok to Lee Harvey

the red herrings abound,

drifting through our freedoms

but hardly ever found,

like crimson mists of communists

they creep in without a sound

and disrupt our perfect world

and take our precious ground.

 

A pantomime of politics

needs villains to hiss and boo,

whether it be an oligarch

or the Labour leader who

would look after his people

just like the Russians do.

If you break down the word Socialist

you may just find the clue.

 

I don’t offer a perfect world.

I don’t offer absolution.

I don’t offer dictatorship.

I don’t offer revolution.

I don’t offer Communism.

I don’t offer the solution.

I just want a different way

and pray for evolution.