Oh,Mandy’s here displaying her white boots
She sees disintegration,loss and new despair
Douglas-Hume starts wincing on my roof
My eyes were open, dignified, aloof
Edward Heath, man, give me my bus fare!
What time is right for docketing the truth?
I knew there were strange numbers on the route
Take pi and e and i and stop just there
Harold Wilson tried in Downing Street
John Major felt my brain , he was astute
We see straight through your eyes into you, bare.
When day was night, the Bennites spoke the truth
I bought the book, I ‘ll soon be destitute
Iraq has made much wealth for Tony Blair
The bombs fell on the children , ain’t they cute?
Graham Greene, the end of the affair
Netanyahu is leading but to where?
What time is left, has Palestine grown roots?
Asylum seekers die for lack of roofs.
