Silent as a crow, perched on his leased throne;
He sits in the middle where the trench is divided
Watching as the lower house crumbles to his hands
Like a case of e coli digging deep in the gut
Cold eyes calmly gleaming as his rabid dogs bark
Unloaded rage of blind partisan vitriol
He’s a good homage to Richard the III
Leading by hiding in his closet of skeletons
Here’s to the glory of Dear King Stephen
Officious as a mandarin, pompous as a pope:
A peerless understudy of fascist ambition
For parliaments his oyster, ripe to be sequent
And the courts to be squeezed until their his pulp;
Now away with Judges and their activists creeds
Put the charter of rights down by the guillotine
Maim Freedom, and scare, fatal wounds to liberty
Suspend without warrant man’s right to protest
Here’s to the glory of Sweet King Stephen
He puts a deadbolt on any room for debate
Scoffs at the scholars and buries them with red tape
Marches off detractors like Japanese prisoners
Into the desert where Science is reproached
While the media he cages with cat skilled paws
Dodging questions with aloofness of a conjurer
Escaping the shells of journalist enquiry;
His majesty solemnly schemes backroom felonies
Oh to the glory of Good King Stephan
His diatribes are dry like intelligent design
Calculating, taciturn just like his dead grin
Never has an android looked better in a suit
When he’s off proselytizing puppets to recruit
God made him pure in his blood tory blue
To the rich that he prays and the poor that he chews
Comes soulless the skinflint suppressive psychopath
Hear lies the grave, of your past, called the middle class
Thanks to the Grandeur of Nobel King Stephen
For the remaining interval our democracies foreclosed
This country needs the strap in the right pair of hands
To clandestine appointments at tax payer expenses
Accrue the legislator the right to his overture
Tar Mining Baroness that write out his cheque book
Stockholders, shareholder for the democratic rabble
Watch out as the ballots casts down his victory
Oh for the glory of Big brothers benign tyranny
Here’s to the fortunes of Great King Stephen
This is a great work. I read the title, and thought Keats. The poem itself reminds how Shakespearean KS is. Let's just hope all doesn't descend into full blown tragedy. I miss the days when our Canadian political landscape was more Pythonesque.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great satire, Kevin. Well written and biting