You can call me the Red under your bed!

 

You can call me the Red under your Bed

A frisson of hope coursed through my veins today

when I heard that Russia had entered our airspace.

I had a premonition in Amsterdam about the Soviet Union and Iran

I sensed that they would be the new world order

and that we would be toast

We being the West who love to drop bombs on innocents

and wage war by proxy

the proper coward’s way.

The Ruling Elite in Britain

could do with a Bolshevik Revolution

to give them a ‘braw’

which is shock in Welsh

but we await with a sense of awe.

Shock and Awe.

Will Putin march his men down to the Cenotaph?

Will he occupy Buckingham Palace and put an oligarch in charge?

Will he liberate all the migrants from that shitty old barge?

Will he send Suella to Rwanda and send Rishi off in a small boat?

Or will he continue to bomb Ukraine the silly old goat?

He needs to invade Britain and give us a kick up the arse

We’ve become bitter and hostile since Brexit

We need a Communist light exit

You can call me the Red under your bed.