No Platform for Fascists

I was too wet to embrace it before:

No platform for fascists

Four words, and no more.

Oh, they say, triumphantly, and bleat

You believe in censorship

Like they’ve discovered alchemy.

But you can’t turn base metal into gold

No platform for fascists

Four words, and that’s all.

No platform for fascists.

No platform for you.

May you all stub your toes

And your funny bones too.

So they come back again, playing their Trump:

So you don’t believe in free speech

Like I’ve lost something and they’ve won.

But freedom and fascism don’t play well together:

No platform for fascists

Not now. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Not ever.

It took me a long time to reconcile that

Aren’t I just as bad as them?

I’d tie myself in woolly leftie knots.

But life’s not that simple. It’s illogical, and weird

No platform for fascists

Because – this may be news, folks – fascism is bad.

Go and whinge to the papers, the net, the TV, all that

About how you’ve been censored by those wokie twats

Hey, words cannot hurt you. Well, not words alone.

Try and march here. You’ll find out about sticks and stones.

No platform for fascists

Four words, and no more

Now grow up, you wankers,

You’re shite to the core.

There’s no reason to listen to these stupid chumps

Go and play on the motorway.

Fuck you. I’m done.