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Step Up

You can see it
But life goes on
All around you
Like there’s nothing wrong
Step up, step up
Step up, step up

The sticker in the window
Reads Free Palestine
You know that it’s right
But you don’t have the time
Step up, step up
Step up, step up

Because a better world
Begins with us
A better world
If we just step up
Step up
Step up, step up

Dead babies daily
In your feed
Ethnic cleansing
Guaranteed
Step up, step up
Step up, step up

Dead babies daily
Every day
We’re privileged enough
We can look away
Step up, step up
Step up, step up

Because a better world
Begins with us
A better world
If we just step up
Step up
Step up, step up

Because a better world
Begins with us
A better world
If we just step up
Step up
Step up

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The Holly King

The leaves fall in his presence
The ground hardens to ice
Shortened are the days
As long become the nights

Until the Oak King rises
When the wheel turns again
And the song of the robin
Is heard over the wren

A time to feast, to come together
To let the flames burn bright
A time to understand
Without the darkness, there’s no light

Since it turns, so he returns
When the oak leaves wilt and brown
A reminder that the holly’s with us
All the year round

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Michelle Mone

Michelle Mone
Doesn’t need a loan
Got two hundred mill
Sat on the MedPro throne

Now Michelle Mone’s
Cover’s blown
She lied to the press
As it’s now known

So, Michelle Mone
Will have to atone
‘Cause the PPE
Wasn’t well sewn

However, Michelle Mone
Wasn’t alone
But the WhatApp’s missing
Off Rishi’s phone

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The Gospel According to Nick Ferrari

He gets up in the morning
Brushes his teeth
Puts on some coffee
And condemns Hamas

Drinks some coffee
To the background of the telly
Puts on his shoes
And condemns Hamas

He walks to the station
Picks up a paper
Takes a seat on the train
And condemns Hamas

On the front page
An Israeli sniper
Has shot two women
He condemns Hamas

Shot them in a church
The Holy Family
The Pope says he’s unhappy
He condemns Hamas

A mother and a grandmother
One carrying the other
Shop by a sniper
He condemns Hamas

Layla Moran
Some of them are family
Says it’s a tragedy
He condemns Hamas

Nahida and Samar
Mother and a grandmother
Shot by a sniper
He condemns Hamas

Nahida and Samar
Eylon Levy doesn’t buy it
The IDF deny it
He condemns Hamas

He calls the Pope a liar
Layla Moran a liar
Nahida and Samar
He condemns Hamas

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Meanwhile in Bethlehem

In the Evangelical Christmas Church
Baby Jesus lies in the rubble
In the square, fareless taxi drivers
Form a miserable huddle
In the Church of the Nativity
The grotto is eerily quiet
In Giacaman’s Christmas shop
There’s stock but no one to buy it
In Manger Square, no Christmas tree
As Gaza is brutally trampled
In Bethlehem, in the West Bank
Christmas has been cancelled

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The Chingford Christmas Crusade

There’s a girl on a tinsel-clad donkey
Leading the Christmas Crusade
She sits on a Santa Claus blanket
The donkey looks mighty dismayed

Behind, a man rides a camel
Which really ain’t pleased to be here
Three more dressed like comedy Arabs
They seem full of seasonal cheer

A woman in a tinsel halo
Is she Gabriel in her white sheet?
One of the comedy Arabs
Has posh running shoes on his feet

Another carries a speaker
Through which no music is played
The true meaning is holding up traffic
It’s the Chingford Christmas Parade

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Rishi Sunak Gives Evidence to the Covid-19 Inquiry

“Constructive candour”, Rishi says
What on earth does he mean?
I’ll tell the whole truth, nothing but
So long as my hands are kept clean

He says he’s very sorry
For what happened to you
But as for what he’s sorry for
We’re left without a clue

Meet the new boss, backs the old boss
The pundits are surprised
That he blames all the science
“We were just badly advised”

“Constructive candour”, Rishi says
We know just what that means
Not the whole truth, nothing but
Just keeping his hands clean

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Boris Johnson’s First Day of Evidence to the Covid-19 Inquiry

The dead can’t hear your apologies
The dead can’t see your sly smile
The dead can’t hear you blaming them
Like some oversized child on trail
The dead can’t see the messages
You accidentally lost
The dead can’t ask you questions
But the dead know just the cost
Of your lackadaisical attitude
Your laissez-faire approach
The meetings you weren’t bothered by
The rules with which you did not comply
The business-as-usual you deny
The herd immunity you tried to apply…

The dead can’t hear your apologies
But the survivor understands
There’s blood on your hands

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