Turn back, live again, he said to me Do not wander in the darkness anymore One more move might give death victory We are each connected to that tree The sunlit top, the roots hid in earth’s floor Come back, live again, he asked of me While we live, we’ll live with dignity Not scrabbling for the gold in blood and gore One more lie will give sin victory The kindness of the golden light was clear And left an image in my mind’s deep core Come back, live your life, he then soothed me Do not wonder now why you are here We’re here to live and living shall restore What our suffering self has found so dear I had never seen the light before Only Christ the tyger with his roar Come back, live through pain, he asked of me One right step will give love victory
Day: August 9, 2019
Boris is the Menace of the Hour
Boris is the Menace of the Hour
He’s like a nightmare figure in the dark
The Menace to our status and our power
He has charisma, he is never dour
But would you like to meet him in the park?
Boris is the Menace of the Hour
I suspect he’s after money, gold allures
Like viagra it may make him spark
He’s a Menace to our worthiness and power
He’d have watched Herr Hitler painting flowers
Saying killing Jews was just a lark
Boris is the Menace of the Hour
I wish I could have hit him with my flour
I guess I feel frustrated with the jerk
He’s a Menace to our our country and its power
Can’t the poorer people see how Boris fucks
Not just women, folk in low paid work
Boris is the Menace of the Hour
The Menace to this Kingdom uninsured
That Satan’s Den
How did Britain breed such brilliant men
From Eton, Oxford, now they live still fools
They create big recessions with a pen
The new PM is of mixed origin
He acts the clown, dictates how he will rule
How did Britain breed such cunning men?
Oh,Franco,Himmler,Hitler gentlemen
They soon drew in adherents,mean and cruel
They created new illusions, who helped them?
We’re going down, we’re Jews, we know that doom
Sure enough men sell the poor tinned gruel
How did Britain breed these family men?
Hear the cheers, it’s Camelot again
Johnsons, Ben and Boris, aint’ it cool.
Boris lifts the Host, adore or ban
He is not a King, he lies with Pen
Viagra should be banned for such damn fools
How did we ever breed impotent men?
In the doorways homeless men may call
In Christian churches, boys are groomed and mauled
How did Britain breed such evil men
They’re nurtured in the House , that Satan’s Den
Andrew Marvell

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/andrew-marvell
EXTRACT
Andrew Marvell is surely the single most compelling embodiment of the change that came over English society and letters in the course of the 17th century. In an era that makes a better claim than most upon the familiar term transitional, Marvell wrote a varied array of exquisite lyrics that blend Cavalier grace with Metaphysical wit and complexity. He first turned into a panegyrist for the Lord Protector and his regime and then into an increasingly bitter satirist and polemicist, attacking the royal court and the established church in both prose and verse. It is as if the most delicate and elusive of butterflies somehow metamorphosed into a caterpillar.
To be sure, the judgment of Marvell’s contemporaries and the next few generations would not have been such. The style of the lyrics that have been so prized in the 20th century was already out of fashion by the time of his death, but he was a pioneer in the kind of political verse satire that would be perfected by his younger contemporary John Dryden and in the next generation by Alexander Pope (both writing for the other side)—even as his satirical prose anticipated the achievement of Jonathan Swift in that vein. Marvell’s satires won him a reputation in his own day and preserved his memory beyond the 18th century as a patriotic political writer—a clever and courageous enemy of court corruption and a defender of religious and political liberty and the rights of Parliament. It was only in the 19th century that his lyrical poems began to attract serious attention, and it was not until T.S. Eliot’s classic essay (first published in March 1921), marking the tercentenary of Marvell’s birth, that Marvell attained recognition as one of the major lyric poets of his age.
