'Stop all the Boats, Labour wont'

Stop all the boats, Labour wont Prevent the refugees and asylum seekers from Perfidious Albion, With Dog Whistle and with Braverman Bring out the coffins for those who have drowned. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky 'POPULIST CONSERVATISM IS DEAD' Tory Ministers sit down to watch Match of the Day, There's a new presenter with not a lot to say. They come from the South and the East We in the the North and West think that we are best, It's noon, it's midnight, there's talk and song; The protestors outside the hotel in Knowsley were wrong. The stars are looking down on desperate ones; Under the moon the people smugglers come; as they make their way through the ocean on pieces of wood Nigel Farage and his loud haler are up to no good. With apologies to W H Auden