The Ages Rhyme

The cult of shrews, no fella will do

Less comprador cucks do kneel and bow.

Confuses the masses, outraged but passive

No agency unless a clown.

Vote for me, ignorant plebian that be

Unwise to the preselected drones.

Whether left or right, you aren’t so bright

Disciples both with wokery well honed

Taxes raised, by zealots depraved

Religious bigotry the Treasury’s goal.

And atheists like thee, BBC virtue will see

Choose between the yoke or on the dole.

No religion remains, the Bible disdained

Priests, pastors the cult instead promote

Intersectionality, logic is unjust banality

Critical race theory preached to provoke.

The sect of thee, is plain to see.

Dictated! Assumed guilt of feminist foes.

White men obviously, bottom of the tree

Buy indulgences! Soothe Greta’s woes.

Fair England’s history, a civil war I see

The Protestants against the Pope.

In modernity, a Maoist insurgency

Cloaked in the language of woke.

Money overseas, don’t say missionaries

Spread the sermon of bras that burned

Confused yet? You will be, till you see

That the Dark ages have indeed returned.