Good News

 

Mr Trump is still President, of course, but with luck and a fair wind, his domestic troubles might just help to curtail his excesses on the World stage. Let us hope so.

The Wild West is where I want to be

 The Wild West is where I want to be, by Tom Lehrer

To the Élite (a luc bat)

 A voice cried 'Sleep no more!'

So little time, before the dawn

of helplessness is drawn

across our withered lawn of hope.

Wide-eyed but blind, we grope

the darkness for an opening glint

of grace, the merest hint

of honour in the flint-locked heart 

of privilege. We start

to blend excuses, partly through

our latent goodness. Who

can countenance the true extent,

the reeking sacrament

of evil, reinvented by

the shitterati? Why

dissemble? Liars all,

they'll engineer the fall

of empires to forestall their own

exposure. They have grown

to hate us all. Their only aim –

perpetuate the same 

impunity, reclaim the power

that crumbles by the hour

as truth reveals their towering guilt.

Till, skewered to the hilt,

they writhe, they squirm, they wilt and pray

for light to skulk away

so they can holiday again.

The Earl of Salisbury

 The Earl of Salisbury, Pavane, by William Byrd