Phoney War?

‘Dya want to go on being ruled by Brussels?’The question hung in the air like the gasWhich poisoned more than the lungs of thePoor sods who were sent to die in the trenches.‘We have go to take back control you fool,That’s why we fought the frigging krauts –And do you know, there’s only you in thisFrigging pub who’s gonna vote to stay.’I wanted to throw in Bertrand Russell’sFavourite biblical quote: ‘Thou shalt notFollow a multitude to do evil’.But I knew just what he’d see it to be –A few fancy words from a loser,Like a man who’s been battered to defeatWith only a bloody towel left in the ring.

The landlord kept glancing at our little groupAs he pulled his pints for the men at the bar –He was anxious, but a neutral observerIf the balloon went up, burst by wounding words.