The Singing Season

Pass By

Evil's banners agitating under plastic,
as if disclaimed, unclean, outside the kiosk.

Deficiency of empathy therein would mark you
as a beast if habitually ingested -
evil's beetroot-righteous justifications,
shamefully self-disinforming as pulling
the shit-soiled wool over eyes,
                                                                souls sold,
for lucre to Mephistopheles, Dirty Digger,
Multinationals, Bankers, Tory Foundations,
lackey-lickspittles , Teds Sandymen,
bamboozling then  boozing's their grime,
slap down the dominoes of brazen lies
eyeballing their audiences,
lighting the Will o' the wisps in there
cajoling, wheedling, sneering, snarling,
trumpeting trumping rabble-orators
their lights, our darkness, spinning
hawsers of brutal webs and gloating
over petrol-burned drowned corpses
on far seas and girls raped
in Calais shelters - as have it coming
and not our business, Jack and Jill.

Now the mince handle grinds out
against Labour - any old stick will do
to beat a dog.

I have cast my eyes across these vile rags,
press on to pay the petrol.

Somewhere a disabled person's
having their money cut unjustly,
then left for dead-in-the-water
for nowadays the executioners leave
you to slit your own throat.
                                                          And
'Food-banks are just for those folks
who can't cook', barks Tory Grandee
Nigella Brooke-Hamster;
                                                   and
the month rolls on towards
the masochistic folly of
another government of vermin.

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The Title alludes to a mix of Yeats' 'Horseman, Pass By' and the so called neighbors passing by the mugged guy, in the parable.

Aneurin Bevan, the Labour  minister of Health in the Labour Government of 1945, responsible for establishing the National  Health Service said of the Tory Party, 'So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin.' I go with that. It is just as true today