Cometh The Hour, Cometh The Champion Jeremy Corbyn!



By Stanley Collymore

My belief in you isn’t only paramount it’s also absolute;

for you represent the kind of future that I want to see,

personally subscribe to and will do my utmost: singly

and in collaboration with those of a mind similar to

my own, to ensure in every way that I humanly

and possibly can actively assist in positively

transforming these cherished expectations

I hold into markedly demonstrable, concertedly constructive

and definitively realistic acts of fruition. And towards that

hopeful conclusion people like me are quite receptively

and most happy to freely, sincerely and productively

invest our enduring trust and all our other yearned

for aspirations, plus everything that’s politically,

economically and societally important to us to

you Jeremy Corbyn, the undisputed Paladin

of our enforced economic woes, austerity

miseries and the evident multiplicity

of other pernicious, intentionally

imposed, and most callously

accomplished actions of

communal perdition.

© Stanley V. Collymore

9 September 2015.

Author’s Comments:

At this most crucial stage of our contemporary political development and optimistically a marked difference from how things are currently and for far too long have dishonestly and criminally been done in our name, I personally and most wholeheartedly think that it’s high time there wasn’t simply a revolutionary change in how things are done in this country of ours but also a distinctive and constructive shift in our individual perspective regarding how we realistically think, convincingly pre-empt and also act in response to what’s unmistakably and detrimentally being done by those elected to represent us, and who plainly don’t; and in so doing radically bring about long overdue, fundamental and permanent change for the good of us all not just in our communities but also across the entire length and breadth of the United Kingdom.

This is after all a modern and 21^st Century we’re living in, and not the darkest depths of Medieval, enthusiastically cap doffing, know your place and simply do as you’re told as we by divine right your hereditary, aristocratic, privileged, conspicuously parasitical by nature and comprehensively social climbing betters know best, Britain. Or at least it shouldn’t be!