A Wooden Horse For A Tory Poem by Mary Champion

(one who smashed the Red Wall - 13/12/2019)

Beware of voters bearing gifts
they might not let you keep -
a wooden horse delivered
that, when you are asleep,
will prove to threaten ev'rything
you conned us to defend -
the rich, corrupt and powerful
who count you as a friend.
The gift that was presented
is packed with angry souls
and, if you don't deliver
on all your promised goals,
they'll snatch away the means by which
you came to take command,
to leave you standing naked
and despised throughout the land.

The King of all the World
may mount a throne and wear a crown
but the power of the people
can unite to bring him down.

(if it can be arsed)