Neu! Boots Are Made For Walking DAY TWENTY-NINE – Andy Willoughby

Nostradamus’ Fanfare

When the Crazy Trumpet sounds
Putin smiles and strokes his cat
Nobody will grab it anytime soon
Now the clocks are turning back

Walls are going up not falling down
Free countries are waking up afraid
To the Crazy Trumpet sound
A note that spits upon free trade

Send in our hooded friends
Send in the racist clowns
Send in the little green men
To the Crazy Trumpet sound

Oh that Crazy Trumpet Sound!
Build barriers on the old border road
Build them high and all around
Engraved with scraps of nuclear code

The rally choir in NYC is singing
‘We hate Muslims, we hate Blacks
Now the Crazy Trumpets ringing
We want our country back’

When the Crazy Trumpet sounds
Woman be forced to shut her mouth
The bodies pile up in mounds
As the wind blows from the South

Strange fruit is ripe for picking
On Tennessee and Baltic Trees
In hell’s handcart hate abounds
To that old Crazy Trumpet Sound.

 

 

Andy Willoughby is a poet and playwright from Middlesbrough. He teaches Creative Writing at Teesside University and runs Ek Zuban Press with Bob Beagrie. His latest book is Between Stations (Smokestack Books ) He is currently touring a multimedia show based on it. 

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