My Poetry: The Blood On Their Hands Will Be Tory Blue

Terrorist sympathisers

Get back in your box,

Stay in the lobby

If 'Yes' leaves an ugly

Taste in your mouth.

Trust me, I know,

I’ve read the report

And media speculation

From five bedroom home

Buried deep in suburbia.

Mobilised by terrorism

I voted for retribution

See my ideals are magenta:

Labour Red in the field,

Tory Blue in the House.

Lets blanket bomb Syria,

Lets flatten Islamic State

Get rid of Daesh

By erasing this generation

Of Jihadi Johns.

We can rebuild the country

Fashion a McDonald’s from the debris

Turn that old school into a mall,

For who can be angry

About losing their siblings

Chomping a Big Mac in Top Shop’s new collection.

They’ve taken over Tooting

Regent Park, the whole city.

What next? New Church Road,

Heaven forbid they make it to Hove Park.

No need for a whip

I’ll vote 'Yes' with a smile

Please sir, please sir,

Can we drop some more;

800 grand a bomb, 35 for the flight

We don’t need hospital-wards

The casualties are not ours,

Ebola’s under control— AIDS an 80s footnote

In fact lets shutter the NHS,

My pals don't use it anyways,

We've always gone private

Even my kids Syrian nanny

Gets her teeth done thanks to me,

Because I’m a socialist true blue Labour man.

Dedicated to Hove and Portslade Labour MP Dr Peter Kyle, who voted to bomb Syria.