To 67 Labour MPs
Gold tongues and lion hearts are worthless trash.
Virtues that history will not recall.
We do not care what reasons made you fall.
Ambition, pique, or principle or cash.
It is the crime and not the motive weighs
so heavy, breaks our hearts, loses our trust.
It’s hard to hate you now but hate we must
to keep our anger hot. When each page says
how right you were to take us all for fools.
You are the clever ones with clear bright eyes
yet sell yourself so cheap, tell stupid lies
corrupt your virtues into broken tools
All that you were for this one day you sold
For jobs which go with power which goes with gold.