You’re quite the little warrior
You’ll hunt through ancient tweets
To find a hint of anything
To throw at Corbyn’s feet
And yet you’re somehow muted
No need felt to chastise
When thugs unfurl a fascist flag
Right before your eyes
Your silence echoes loudly
And a nagging doubt persists
It’s not fascists that irk you
Sounds more like socialists.
(c) 2020 The Sixty Second Scribe