The Right to Rule By Patrick Henry

The Bother Boys come blowing in, By stealth through the back door. Euro Polls gave them the nod. Round corners lurk dozens more. Garbed like bouncers, they're in fact Gatecrashers, sneaking backwards in, Thought a loony fringe safely outside; Suddenly they're voted in.

Time back, guessing a press group photograph: I said 'Undertakers at a Kray Gang funeral bash'; Or 'The scrum down at Twickers, in civvies, Set to thrash hell out of The All Blacks'. But it was young Nick's lot, judged not guilty, Outside Court. The Crown had lost. What do you call The Far Right in a suit? The Third Reich, or The Holocaust. Euro-wide, The Hard Right take seats back. Schicklgruber once won The People's vote, Nudged a bit beforehand on Kristalnacht. The windows smashed: Hitler grabbed the loot. Referendum on the Euro State, And on home voting methods, loom: Called plebiscites, in times of bread and circuses, In Nero and Mussolini's Rome. Attlee warned, referendums mean tyranny: The voice of the mob in place Of the trained thinker to speak for us: We fought ages for the right to choose. A day on from D-Day anniversary, news breaks, A new tide of menace might creep in. Veterans straggling back, sad, from Sword beach; Glance where a strand of that could start again.

Copyright ©2009  Patrick Henry

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