Redcar, Yellow Car

All the Nigels have moved out,

the plans are un-made,

there is no future in-a British stee-yul.

The liars’ tongues are twisting,

“Over a thousand in work or training”.

Two months revising the alphabet,

- ‘filing training’ - and making tea,

instead of making steel.

It’s Red-kuh, by the way,

and the yellow cur is-

well, you choose.

Whose fault is it?

Redcar? Not so,

the Tory blue?

Don’t make me laugh!

The seductive black and red,

the click of the jackboots

and the demagogue’s

near-truthful lies

are calling

the no-longer

working class.

Whose fault is it?

Ours.