tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885842.post6758541897207254540..comments2023-07-15T10:28:46.810+01:00Comments on Bovine TB: FCN - New reportRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02561483930556493363noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885842.post-77393863058134143952009-07-27T12:17:39.361+01:002009-07-27T12:17:39.361+01:00NEW LABOUR’s FINAL SOLUTION (11)
The dark eleven...NEW LABOUR’s FINAL SOLUTION (11) <br /><br />The dark eleventh hour<br />Draws on and sees us sold<br />For every evil power<br />We fight against of old.<br />Jealousy, class and hate,<br />Oppression, wrong and greed<br />Are loosed to rule our fate,<br />By New Labour’s act and deed.<br /> <br />The faith in which we stand<br />The laws we made and guard,<br />Our honour, lives, and land<br />Are given for reward<br />To infectious badgers by night, <br />To rambler’s boots by day,<br />To folly, sloth, and spite,<br />And we are thrust away.<br /><br />The blood our fathers spilt<br />Our love, our toils, our pains,<br />Are counted as for guilt,<br />And only bind our chains.<br />Before the country’s eyes,<br />The traitor claims his price.<br />What need of further lies?<br />We are the sacrifice.<br /> <br />The terror, threats, and dread<br />In market, heath, and field –<br />We know, when all is said,<br />We perish if we yield.<br />Believe, we dare not boast,<br />One Law, one Land, one Throne.<br />We stand to pay the cost<br />We shall not fall alone<br /><br /><br />A poem based on <br />Rudyard Kipling’s “Ulster 1912”<br />Written in response to the <br />then government’s creation <br />of the Parliament ActAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885842.post-23843903604514426882009-07-27T09:55:07.565+01:002009-07-27T09:55:07.565+01:00NEW LABOUR’s FINAL SOLUTION
First you must burn t...NEW LABOUR’s FINAL SOLUTION<br /><br />First you must burn the cattle and the sheep<br />Then the horses and the hounds.<br />Then you must burn the people.<br /><br />You must cut rural England out of all the maps,<br />The history books, out of the old newspapers, <br />And burn all these; and burn also<br />The books, paintings, poems and photographs.<br /><br />And when you have burnt all these<br />You must bury the ashes<br />You must guard the graves<br /><br />And even then<br />Rural England will only be dead - like John Peel.<br />Technically dead, that's all,<br />Technically dead.<br /><br />based upon a poem by<br /><br />Adrian Mitchell byAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com