Laws Denying Human Rights

The Wicker Man and Whiter than Pure White
By Malcolm Pugh

Whiter than pure White.

What type of shadow will linger when I'm gone,
What ghost of me will haunt heraldic halls of fame,
Ive tried my best to cover over all my tracks,
And where impossible have spread the taint of blame,
As my multitudes grew daily more uneducated as I progressed,
So now many fortunately will not read tales of my fall,
They will however hear my faultless baritoned Songs of Praise,
And thus be enthralled by my final curtain call,
And though Im sure they will crave an encore or two,
Im afraid this time I have to let them all down,
Though they thirst for my genuflected Presidential wave,
Or merely to gaze upon my ermined sceptre and crown,
Many was the voice that tried to thwart me,
But they were smeared, bullied, killed and died,
Or evicted without the youth to defend themselves,
Or disallowed quite legal protests staged outside,
Some would have me painted quite deluded,
But I must tell you now honestly as I stand here,
I would gladly have gone so very long ago,
If my adoring public did not hold me so dear.

The shadow, Sir, is evil, blighted with contaminating lies,
The epitaph rings oh so hollow down echoing old halls,
The ghosts are of past heroes glaring down in anger,
From their framed historical pictures on ancient walls,
They see this puny actor with fresh blood upon his hands,
Dripping away souls for naught where honour once resided,
They see a caricature who has achieved absolutely nothing,
And who is yesterdays news, now ridiculed and derided,
Who strives to assert authority with storm trooper tactics,
Pursuing new ill thought laws denying human rights,
And putting us all on big brother intrusive databases,
So he can swoop on you quietly in the dead of night.

What legacy and great feats were ever attained,
Those born today will merely inherit his wind,
Those promises so great and visions so strong,
Were lost in clouds of lies, deceit and spin,
Big Brother now creepingly rules from his database,
Uneducated masses being a decidedly useful plus,
Why do you think Tony did away with learning,
All the better to rule unquestioned over us.