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| John Bull taking a luncheon, James Gillray 1798 |
A ward ‘gainst civil strife and chilly weather –
lock all your doors, and wear a fluffy snood;
mistrust the ‘foreigners’ (but eat their food),
bemoan the lack of feeling in your nethers.
Recite the Telegraph
and think you’re clever:
“Minorities lack moral rectitude!”
Divide, deprive, harass, oppress, exclude –
defend the white man’s privilege forever.
I hope to god I don’t become my Dad.
I have no taste for droning, whining, cold –
inert as my compassion ossifies.
I’ll try to stay this shop-soiled Galahad:
still seeking truth and beauty when I’m old –
and knowing I know nothing, therefore wise.
AWB
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