A Young Person’s Guide to Political Extremism
Fascism won’t turn up dressed
In collar and tie or Sunday best.
It may be smart but not severe,
You won’t have anything to fear.
But it becomes your boring mate
Who only tells you what he hates,
Who’ll have you thinking he’s your brother,
Although he doesn’t like the others
Fascism won’t keep things clear
While ambiguity breeds fear,
So never will it waste its time
With explanations, reasons, rhyme.
Its three small words convey its gist,
In mantras of the populist:
“Take back control!”
“Get Brexit done!”
“Believe, Obey, Fight!”
“We… have… won…?”
Fascism knows all too well
That facts will take it straight to hell,
While lies go round the world before
The truth can lock the stable door.
A lie told twice is verity,
It’s hope and faith and charity,
So falsehood’s endless repetition
Tolls the bell for opposition.
Fascism will tell you
That the minor details must compel, you’ll
Feel it slowly crush your soul
By miring you in rigmarole.
You’ll have no time to contemplate
The force of its one-party state,
Its lickspittles, its liars, its whores,
Their laughing disregard for law,
Their crimes that bring society
Not anger but anxiety,
Invisibly eroding hope
Until you just can’t fucking cope.
Their crimes that grind your discontent
To grains of personal dissent,
Till what was solidarity
Is you hate me hate him hate she.
Fascism wields power without
Responsibility or account,
Or honour or integrity,
Or financial propriety.
It wanks itself beneath its clothes,
Tumescent on how much it loathes you.
Power’s bound to cost a lot
When every hour’s a money shot!
But Fascism won’t know the shame
Of hate that dares not speak its name,
Though maybe it’s already here,
In toxic clouds of doubt and fear.
If policemen can attack protesters,
Revolution may fit best –
May younger generations
Lead us all in blessed congregation.
Thank you for reading,