Hope hovered in the air that night,
we'd lost the icon of the right.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
but iron ladies only rust
and all the evil that was done,
that's still applauded by the Sun
and all the other Tory press,
have left us in a bloody mess.
The winds of change have failed to blow
for Rachel Reeves now runs the show.
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