Empty Victory
The truthers and the warriors are meeting in a pub.
To Share heroic stories over drinkies and some grub.
“I’ll take some note says Ellie, so there isn’t any mystery.
When the revolutions over and they’re writing up our history”
In comes Louise Hampton, shes late but loves the fuss.
She couldn’t read the invite or the number on the bus.
Theres a crackle on a laptop ‘Beebas in the room’.
She cant afford a ticket so she’s joining in on zoom.
They’ll wish they’d not invited her Cos Beebas on the cadge.
Roasting in the sunshine with a crystal up her vag.
Hasn’t got a clue that the kids are near a cliff.
Shes waiting for some matches for lighting up her spliff.
Walton says “ill tell you how I made these tyrants fall.
I took my megaphone shopping and I called a lady small.
I think I made my point that day and know that we had fun.
And the shops were really grateful that I didn’t have a gun”.
Jaclyn D agreed that the year had been a waste.
Apart from getting famous for the cut and for the paste.
Looking on the internet and copying some shite.
Reposting it with hearts on, it that will make it right.
Claire Hocking – okell is wishing people dead.
Someones hid a million kidnapped children in her shed.
She’s got her people watching at the airport and the boats.
Just wait until she finds them, the dirty little scrotes.
But then the cracks beging to show as the meeting lost its charm.
The warriors are bickering like the cast of Animal Farm.
We know whos done the most, its fairly plain to see.
And all the nations saviours are shouting “me” “me” “me”
A lady in the corner, sitting by the door,
Stood up very slowly and walked across the floor.
The milestones of her life were etched upon her face.
The beginning of her journey in a different time and place.
They saw the faded tattoo of the numbers on her wrist.
She didn’t want it doing but the Germans did insist.
The group all took a closer look but clearly never knew.
The history and the meaning of this tattoo for the Jew.
“I hear you talk a lot about your freedom and your rights.
We talked about them too as we cowered in the night.
They dragged us from our beds and threw us in the street.
But none of us imagined the fate that we would meet”
“Think of our communities taken to be killed.
Think about their futures mostly unfulfilled.
Think about the message that your hate filled lies will spread.
The lies they told of us that time, they filled us all with dread”
“Think about a child standing in a queue.
Whilst a real tyrant decided what to do.
Not allowed to talk just thoughts inside our head.
One way for the workers and one way for the dead”.
“We thought that we would die as each heavy blow descends.
Yet you talk about restrictions as you sit with all your friends.
You talk about your victories and that you don’t consent.
I think about my world and the change it underwent”
“Lets look at what you’ve written for your history of this time.
Imaginary deeds for an imaginary crime.
Lets see the list of actions for which you need our thanks.
Nothing had been written the pages were all blanks”
"Were fighting for our freedom, and fighting for yours too"
The lady smiled and said “I’ve fought more than you’ll ever do”
"Its not just about freedom sit down and listen more"
But the lady seemed to vanish as she walked towards the door.
I’m sure he’s confused and sad and will suffer from abandonment issues, but that probably won’t be as bad as the damage she’s exposing the little girls to. Maybe in a twisted and sick way he’s the lucky one. It’s all just so sad, there’s always an assumption that parents will put their children first.
