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His weapons were his satire and his art,
Fused brilliantly with intellect and skill.
Against all those who would drive us apart
He laboured on with an unwavering will.
Unleashed his wit with words and brush and quill,
Creating scenes that only he could draw.
Into a picture Bill Leak could distil
A statement that would strike right at the core
Of issues that the mainstream would ignore.
Entered the left, who saw him as a threat –
Free speech? No! We must stop him – this is war!
Socialist warriors! – your daggers whet!
But no racist was he – there was no crime;
Just works of a great artist of our time.
{Bill Leak 1956 – 10/03/2017 – RIP}
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