Equation simple
do what the mob says
or be classed as a traitor
what choice has a conflicted
but to hope in hammer and sickle
even when every pores screams No No
longing and guilt is masked by esprit de corps
when the mind is blinded fallen tears are unseen
the cage with no bars cradle heartaches with gainsays
sadness is hidden in the tricolour before the masters calls
in wrong is the right to belong to the wrong pretending right
a sacrifice forced in homage to foolishness and small blind mice
hail heart pangs despair an pain and farewell to the dawn of promise

The anxiety that wears the Emperor's coat
for the Emperor's serfs with twenty-twenty visions
the Depression that takes the teasing micky
out of the blanched Tonton Macoute leaving eggs
on semi-illiterates fish and chips opposers' faces
the mama-I-am-crying simpletons because a blackman
has done better than us flakes in ***** Levi's
the angsts of the minute-men with their stub guns
venting frustrations on *** Magnum
the joke of ex-Slave Traders demanding reparations
from the sweat of ex-colonial immigrant
the absurdity of greedy pillagers and looters pointing
fingers yelling parasites and germ man
the unreal masking theft and extortion as revolution
hiding designer white robes and pointed hats
the psychology of clowns where right is wrong and wrong
is right if you're pale & steal your neighbour's goods
welcome to Vaudeville and tickets are free at the Red door
on the left near the left underground sign
your hard labour is appreciated and scums are most welcomed

your four to my nine
your pale to my luminesce
your density to my pure brilliance
your lower bases to my edifice highness
your grossness to my sublime refinement
your anguished noises echoing your emptiness
your delusions speaks your shame and insecurities
yours is finding refuge in mendacity and your poverty of wit
your little tools and limits of your incapacity enshrines your rages
yours are the open sores that weeps in defiance pointing bent fingers

Is it called Trade by Battering
when the Psychologically unbalanced
try to drive the wholesome sound and sane mad

Oh Lord please forgive me
if perhaps I should see negativities
which I completely miss
please forgive me
if perhaps I should take things
more seriously rather than laughing
at the ridiculous antics of
some fellow humans
I promise to try not to tickle their catastrophe
or indulge their pettiness
please Lord I pray that you give them wisdom
and understanding
and you ease their angst and shame
and teach them that thievery is not a good thing

The Cosi fan Tutti and their vibrators
meet The Tonton Macoutes
at the Empire of Fish and Chips and pints
signing
Treaty of Chavis Vagabond et loonies
to rule the world
in their own graven images
for only them know what is right
No, make that what is Left
for all of us, yes! you and me and the kitchen sink
so like the Black Prince
pay attention I do not mean the pub
another offending infidel has been detained
for summary Cancellation and public  vilification and abuse
You are welcome to read her tale below

Let this be a Warning to any decent hard working law-abiding
person who believes in Free Speech or even a jocular backchat

Now get back to your pens sheep and lemmings
and continue your blah blah blah
your free will belongs to us.....


Poor Molly-Mae doesn't deserve this foul abuse

The case of Molly-Mae Hague, the reality TV star and 'influencer' who last week became the latest celebrity to be cancelled by the pitchfork-wielding Twitter mob, is a classic of our times.

All she did was reference a viral trend dating back to 2013 in which people shared clips of Beyoncé alongside the motivational quote: 'You have the same amount of hours in a day as Beyoncé.' In other words, if you work hard, you can do anything.

For that, she's been accused of 'not caring' about poor people, vilified by Left-wingers as 'Thatcher with a fake tan' and suffered appalling abuse such as 'she is best known for being getting her s*ch out on Love Island'.

By all means disagree with her, but that kind of language is just blind misogyny.

By SARAH VINE FOR THE MAIL ON SUNDAY