Tide of Purple Filth

UKIP are a laughing-stock, the butt of all our jokes
Whether blaming gays for flooding, or European folks
For bringing skills and culture to Britain’s drizzly clime
Farage sends a barrage of abuse – ‘cos foreigners cause crime
Regardless of statistics, science or commonplace
Sense, their leaflet goes on till purple in the face
It runs out of insults and expletives. Explodes in a rant,
A putrid purple shower of racism and cant.
Nick, the con-man, not the common man, fiddling Brussels expenses
A millionaire stockbroker, with views I find offensive
And the cheek to claim that he’s anti-establishment
Sometimes I wish he’d met his end in that helicopter accident
No – that’s too harsh, perhaps – just a serious impairment
That left him mute, unable to utter lies and deceit
You see their policies are designed specifically to cheat
Us of our hard-earned cash, rip up human rights
Privatise the NHS, rob us of the power to fight
Back against austerity – stop this tide of cuts
That’s swamping public services, threatening to shut
Our libraries and schools, turned into academies
Our teens trundle through education factories.
They don’t want us to think, just give UKIP a big cross.
Vote racist, angry, malevolent, do the bidding of the boss
The working class need to find a common cause
To unite us, across disparate cultures. Otherwise, it is our loss.
Build a new party, to give us all a victory
Something to cheer about, not racists and their bigotry.

Read more of my poetry in ‘Little Red Poetry’. All proceeds go to build a new party for ordinary people, against cuts and privatisation.