Blair’s World of Fantasy
So ‘cheers’ to old Tony Blair,
A great knight of yore in his brain,
With smiles and a wave he wiled his way in,
And soon became ‘king of the hearts.’
So lift up your glass and give him a ‘cheer’,
His promises - empty they were!
We reap what he sowed; we pay out of hand,
His illusions have vanished from sight.
His promises great we believed to be true,
But time is the teller of deeds!
We reaped what we sowed we got the brave knight,
Who promised ‘Great Britain’ to us!
Now years have slipped by the knight tarnished fell,
His promises naught but hot air,
With hands dripping blood he stands unabashed,
He smiles and gives us a wave.
Like Edith Piaf, he sings to the world,
No regrets, no regrets, no regrets!
Though death lies around in rivers of blood,
Still sure of himself Tony is.
If given the chance he’d do it again,
No changes he stands by his war.
The public? Who cares! Just peasants of old,
The power was given to him!
In Europe he saw his chance to come back,
But alas it was snatched from his grasp,
Yet dear Tony Blair still has his old bone,
The one they tossed when he left.
The Middle East is his gift, for we know He is best,
Can’t you see how he oozes trust and faith?
If given his way a bloodbath would flow,
Iraq is nothing by par.
Iran he’d invade and hell follows it,
Jerusalem – the icing for all.
A saviour he is, a saint and a knight,
His place History surely will claim.
The world he would rule with a smile and a wave,
For law has no power on him!
He walks a wide berth as he strides with the gods,
The saviour of Britain he is!
Can’t you see it so clear? Are your lost in the fog?
His followers all shout to us,
For Blair is the one, his vision so clear!
It’s you who blind, don’t you see?
Young soldiers do die, their parents do weep,
But Tony is safe can’t you see.
So lift up your glass and give him some ‘cheer’
A hero he is in his brain.
Like Quixote of old, deluded and mad,
He’s blinded to all that is real,
Alas sad to say Quixote he’s not,
For sorrow it flows in his wake.
So wake up today! Don’t you see where it leads?
As Tony sings dear Piaf’s song,
Is this what we want? Then this we will get!
In us lies the key to make change!
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