Hoodwinked

Hoodwinked

The black-clad, brutish patriots are here:

Stone Island Christians, nationalists proud;

full of rage, hatred, and Wetherspoons beer.

Mums, daughters, sisters, wives, welcome with cheer;

(if they but knew they maybe would’ve cowered),

the black-clad, brutish patriots are here;

“We come in peace”, comes a voice, crystal clear,

masculine, deep and so very loud,

full of rage, hatred and Wetherspoons beer.

RNLI volunteers, pack their gear,

bombards of” Fuck off you traitors” showered;

the black-clad, brutish patriots are here.

Compassionate, kind protesters appear;

the antithesis of this rowdy crowd,

full of rage, hatred and Wetherspoons beer,

but current law being labelled two-tier,

decency’s, disallowed, disempowered;

The black-clad, brutish patriots are here,

full of rage, hatred, and Wetherspoons beer.