Labour’s Gilmore an old whore
trying to sell herself in bad light
‘clients’ ignoring the smell of
rotting principles
Connolly roaring mad through the
Hall of the Slain
the Party shroud the dead skin of
social justice
a few decent people having the
decency to resign
the damned generation pouring out
into a vindictive world
the new concentration camp terminal
quietly efficient
airlines clamouring to take bodies
away
putrid politicians bent over backwards towards The
Troika
diligently stealing from the corpse of old Ireland
.
