The Red Wall by Patricia Cunningham
We placed our trust in him, and followed the rules,
Now the Clown and his circus think we’re all fools.
Partying ? Drinks? What’s the big deal?
“I wasn’t there” we hear him squeal.
No rules were broken; I tell you no lies
But the mist is lifting from our eyes.
He cannot conceal the untold harm
Even as he tries to woo with his charm.
Silent tears through panes of glass,
Does he really think we’ll let this pass?
As we collectively mourn our own
A dignified woman sits alone.
The Nation looks on and reflects her pain
We promise you ma’am, it will not be in vain.
Having gained red wall votes by promising Brexit,
His mistake is not to plan his own exit.
“It was work; not play” We hear him say,
The time has come to make him pay.
We will challenge his every word
And watch him hoist with his own petard.
The red wall for now has broken down
But will rise again to take his crown.
We told him we would come for him
We ‘re here now , this time we’ll win.