Being a MP or even a minister isn't a guarantee of longevity; politically or otherwise!

By Stanley Collymore  

Apart from being actually aware 

that you're essentially suffering 

from an incurable disease, few 

people generally, worry about death 

let alone the crucially decipherably 

and fittingly definitive mechanism 

that will undeniably permanently 

bring to its finish, their existence, 

and effectively with good reason. 

Crafting, as a proper emergency, 

one's own obituary is, relatively 

speaking, clearly troubling; but 

even worst still is undoubtedly 

becoming distinctly conscious, 

that somebody not, at all, very 

enamoured with you, is doing 

it while effectively you're still 

very much alive, and literally 

also kicking. Irrefutable facts 

rather annoyingly from your 

clearly personal perspective 

see you euphemistically and 

insultingly, vilely dismissed 

as the walking dead; isn't at 

all flattering it must be said. 

But that's life - if you'll forgive 

the pun - whether or not you 

are quite assuredly, a basic 

common-o-garden every day man or 

woman; or flamboyantly a basically 

rightwing rag's supportive backing, 

allegedly of a supposed high flying 

Tory MP but rather unsurprisingly 

so a subservient, very Useful Idiot 

and clearly, Stockholm Syndrome 

House Nigger and additionally as 

well, this publicly self-confessed 

admirer of evilly racist Winston 

Churchill and the evidently also 

indisputably and so likeminded 

in mindset, massive beneficiary 

financially, and rather toxically 

too in the bargain, this staunch 

supporter of a racist apartheid 

South Africa - Maggie Thatcher 

and distinctly bearing in mind 

that in spite of your noxiously

wannabe white vile delusions

you're biologically an African. 

And it'll not be as though you'll 

be the first one; seven others 

preceding you and dating 

back to 1812 have rather fittingly bit 

the dust, so why then should decent 

and morally, conscionable persons 

basically and very unwarrantedly 

either quite foolishly express any 

undue concern or clear pointless 

worry come to that, when rather 

elatedly, to evidently observe or 

have known, your undoubtedly 

distinctively, pitiable existence 

comes to an end, and both you 

and similarly too your family, 

become distinguishably of no 

interest to anyone other than 

the worms, very voraciously 

living off, your dead bodies!  

(C) Stanley V. Collymore à

5 April 2022. 

Author's Remarks:  

Try telling the Chagossians: barbarically and contemptuously ethnically cleansed from their indigenous homeland in order to facilitate the arrogant wishes of bully boy predator the USA that wanted and got their military base on Diego Garcia, the largest of the Chagos Islands, and for the other islands of that archipelago to be devoid of what the American military top brass and their likeminded politicians derogatorily termed "Man Fridays". 

Demands that the USA's sycophantic puppet Britain in 1960 readily complied with, causing the said Chagossians some 60 plus years later to be stateless and living: those who haven't died from shame and the humiliation of being enforcedly made to exist in absolute penury, even though the UN and ICC have ruled that the Chagossians have every right to have their homeland back; but which Britain refuses to acknowledge.  

No problem though those who're dishonestly and insultingly pushing the fictional glories of the British Empire, like Nadhim Zahawi and Kemi Badenoch along with subjective utterly financially and amorally corrupt prats like Carla del Ponte, virtue signalling over Nazi Ukraine and even laughably, if it weren't so bloody serious a matter, demanding the arraignment of President Vladimir Putin for Crimes Against Humanity; which in their sick and utterly twisted minds the West: which constitutes the greatest mass murderers globally, never commits of course! But those of us who know differently and recognize the truth will suggest that you try Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, Alistair Campbell,  David Cameron; George W. Bush, Barack Obama, Hillary and Bill Clinton, and Nicolas Sarkozy for starters! And they're many more under the putrid rocks that these vermin crawled out from under. 

While adding insult to injury by publicly declaring as Kemi Badenoch did that no one cares about colonialism. Can't be more Stockholm Syndrome than that, especially if you're a Nigerian female being jerked off in by a white man, while at the same time asininely deluding yourself while that's happening that it's actually an occurrence that makes you a white woman, something you've obsessively wanted to be all of your pathetic Nigerian life; while that same white man ongoingly, like all Germans, compulsorily pays Wiedergutmachen compensation but only to Zionist Yids, as the real Jews effected by Europe's holocaust then are all long dead; while not a single cent of that money goes to relatives of  the millions of Gypsies and other victims like the so-called Rhineland Niggers who were also victims of Europe's holocaust, and in which the Ukrainian Waffen SS were distinctly and irrefutably instrumental killers in those holocaust death camps. Yet in 2022 you're lauding their direct descendants and likeminded Nazi killers as heroes. Posing the obvious question: what does it really say about you? 

This is an extensive list of British MPs murdered in office, exactly when and their political affiliations: Spencer Perceval, Tory, 11th May 1812; Federick Cavendish, Liberal, 6 May 1882; Henry Wilson, Ulster Unionist, 22 June 1922; Airey Neave, Tory, 30 March 1979;  Robert Bradford, Ulster Unionist, 14 November 1981; Anthony Berry, Tory, 12 October 1984; Ian Gov, Tory, 30 July 1990; Jo Cox, Labour, 16 June 2016; David Amess, Tory, 15 October 2021. 

I'll leave you to decide who, if any others, should join them and if so when; bearing in mind it's not my decision one way or another to influence you, but your decision entirely based on solid facts not supposition or random speculation. The title of this poem is from private information I unexpectedly received from an anonymous source who did expressly ask me to use it. I carefully scrutinised and evaluated the rather lucid and well argued contents given in that aforesaid communication that I received and objectively decided to write this poem.