His sources he’ll carefully choose:
That is – the purveyors of “News”.
Only those that comply,
With a fact or a lie
Reinforcing his existing views.
I see Geller and Spencer were banned;
Well done Britain! – folks, give them a hand.
We may loudly applaud
As they kneel to the sword,
While against free expression they stand.
Since 1696 nine ships of the Royal Navy have had the name
“HMS Terror”. The sixth HMS Terror explored the Antarctic and Arctic before being lost in the ice. She is mentioned in Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness”. The last HMS Terror was the naval base at Sembawang in Singapore ( a so called stone frigate) from 1945 to 1975.
By “Terror” known – the name they proudly bore;
At Sembawang the last was built.
She languished there beside this foreign shore;
Her namesakes sinking in the silt.
For centuries they sailed for England’s pride;
By wind and screw they sallied forth.
Nine ships, and then this last she died,
And none will bear the name henceforth.
Three hundred years of “Terror”, proudly shown
Upon the prows of England’s ships.
As changing times throughout the East dethrone,
From Empire’s grasp a jewel slips.
A symbol of how transient the gains
Of crumbling queens and navies too.
This isle no more will hear foreign refrains
As sailors march in proud review.
For all must leave – to home and kin they must
Return, on ships of other names.
HMS Terror crumbles into dust;
The Lion at last, its prey it claims.
There’s an outbreak of mental disease.
What are we to do! God hear our pleas!
There are first stabbing pains
Followed by bloody stains;
Praying for a cure – down on our knees.
Our target – the worn and the weak;
The down–trodden – victims we seek.
They’re not the salubrious sort,
But members we need their support
And so we must do all we can
To snare every woman and man
Who feels that the world surely owes
Them big for their failures and woes.
Be like them, get into their heads;
They wouldn’t know fascists from reds.
The secret to getting their votes
(I hope you are all taking notes)
Is being compliant and nice
And spending regardless of price.
For cash, will their loyalty buy.
They’re stupid – they’ll never ask why
Or how in the end we will pay.
In conclusion – I’d just like to say:
Their values they must see reflected
In order that we get elected.
The dead, in the streets they are lying.
At half-mast the tricolour’s flying.
And fetid the air,
Yet she seems not to care,
For poor France, the canary, is dying.