A poem written in February 2016 at HMP Highpoint, broadcast today at the start of the process of election of a leader for the Conservative Party, who will become Prime Minister based upon the opinions of less than 200000 party members – or less than one third of one percent of the population. An election which should make the Chinese Communist Party feel democratic – at least it has 80m members out of a population of 1.3bn or just over 6.1 % of the population vote indirectly for their leader! I do not claim any foresight in this text, because there is nothing new in the principles of this election. All that has changed is the Brexit hysteria. The EU has caused the demise of other Conservative politicians. My forecast, for what it is worth, is that the election of Boris Johnson will lead to a General Election which will lead to a coalition government and another, more appropriate, referendum on Brexit.
Born to Lead
Let them take heed, those ‘born to lead’
That we do not exist to enhance their greed
Nor do we accept their right to power
When comes the year, the day, the hour
Then they must justify their acts
Forced to disclose felonious facts
They should not sole arbiters be
Of what we think or feel or see
Nor should they control established belief
From which no logic can gain relief
Unless it complies with their accepted world view
Pretence of progress, assuming rule for the few
And those that purport to be men of the people
Let them shout out from pulpit and steeple
That they are prepared to let elections decide
So that our human rights will not be denied
By their curious behaviour and ancient ways
That their accents reveal and their mindset betrays
Inherited wealth is mere tax by stealth
When rulers have granted financial health
To a chosen few of the unelected
Whose position is by birth selected
Let us not, of them, in envy be
Nor of this outrageous hypocrisy
When entrepreneurs work for their success
Though vilified by the populist press
They, at least, may satisfied be
That their contribution to society
Is generated by their thought and deed
Not gifted by some human seed
The Lords and Ladies clothed in ermine and sable
Who take their seats at decision’s table
And retain the prize for the rest of their lives
Where inherited privilege blatantly thrives
Then have the amazing gall to expect
That they be treated with the greatest respect
Their chosen heirs await their time
To inherit the proceeds of historic crime
As described within romantic prose
In truth, acts of war, whoever the foes
Even monarchs have loudly justified
Piracy, proclaimed with patriotic pride
Those born to lead should now be led
To the graveyards where repose the dead
Who fought for a so-called righteous cause
Protecting a class through foreign wars
Those born to maintain the status quo
Should now to the people true reverence show