Knight of the Gutter
(aka Iain Duncan Smith’s Got a Knighthood)
by Alan Morrison
The media smeared Jeremy Corbyn for good,
Ensured a catastrophic election result,
A thumping majority for Boris’s cult,
And Iain Duncan Smith’s got a knighthood.
The real change we needed exchanged for gnarled wood
Of Parliament’s ingrained gig-hegemony,
Members be branded the blue mob’s enemy,
And Iain Duncan Smith’s got a knighthood.
The unemployed doomed to eat more humble pud,
The disabled damned to more brutal assessments,
Food bank queues lengthening, parks filled with tents,
But Iain Duncan Smith’s got a knighthood.
Schoolchildren fainting in classrooms who should
Be hungering for knowledge not scavenging bins
To nibble at apple cores like waifs from Dickens,
Whilst Iain Duncan Smith’s got a knighthood.
Working poor parcels of processed tinned food,
Parents on fasts so their kids get the gruel,
Universal Credit’s architecture’s still cruel,
But Iain Duncan Smith’s got a knighthood.
