Why I Won't Be Backing U.K.I.P Poem by DM W

I still fear the rise of UKIP.
Observe the same old bigots
With slick logos: in brand new guise.
How they self righteously stroke
Their dearly loved flags. How they wax
Lyrical about the good old days;
In the monochrome 1950's.
They cling to patriotic ideals
Whilst polishing their brute jack boots.
How they obscure the basic facts.

O they employ heightened rhetoric,
From their lofty towers, with regard
To immigration and the alleged
Habitual laziness of
The lower orders. They proclaim
That England would be such a green
And pleasant land if it wasn't
For the presence of foreigners
And other ‘undesirables'.
Please don't waste your vote on U.K.I.P!