Lynton's Legacy (2nd May 1997)

Where are they now, who spoke of glory’s hope that night?
Whose hand en-noosed the hangman’s rope that night?

"The tertiary way, a better Britain, new dawn,"
we believed the softest salesman’s soap that night.

I beg forgiveness: we fearful let open our hearts,
a Devil chose the slippery slope that night.

Albion’s hope has turned to abject misery,
The stars flew well beyond our scope that night.

Things that only could get better got doubly worse
as we made a charlatan Labour’s Pope that night.

He made the friends of capital his sacerdotes
We left open our souls and trust eloped that night.

In the land’s repositories of truth lies unfolded,
since we spoke in others’ cantish tropes that night.